Todd. Call the police! call the fire brigade! help! help! murder!—two wives—Marietta—Mrs. Todd—murder—bigamy—
Enter Mrs. Todd hastily, (dressed as in Scene I.) R. 1 E.
Mrs. T. Samuel, my dear, what’s the matter?
Todd. Murder! Cospetto! Maladetta!
Mrs. T. Why, Samuel, Samuel! (shaking him) You’re asleep—waken—will you—you’ve slept here all night.
Todd. (starts up and staggers about) Hoh! help—police—fire—water—she’s a rattlesnake—a fiend—a demon—a—Lau—Laura—
Mrs. T. (holding and shaking him) Todd—Todd—Samuel!
Todd. (becoming conscious and rubbing his eyes) Hoh! what? Bless me! where am I?
Mrs. T. (R.) Where should you be but in your own parlour?
Todd. (L.) My own parlour? And you are—