Young. I do.—(He rushes off R.)
Mrs. Y. Then I’ll go to my aunt Sarah;—he shall never see me again, an aggravating creature. How I could ever marry him, I can’t think! It was uncle Tolloday that gave me the silver thimble—I know it was; but he will contradict me. He does it on purpose to vex me—and oppose me—and worry me—and break my heart; but I’ll go this moment to my aunt’s, and I’ll never—never set foot in his house again.
[Exit, L. H.
Mrs. Dove. Dear, dear! what wretched lives some people do lead, don’t they, love?
Dove. Yes, dear.
Mrs. Dis. (To DISMAL.)—Just like you brutes of men—It’s quite heart-breaking to see how we poor creatures are treated!
Dis. What is it to you; nobody ill treats you!
Mrs. Dis. You do; I’ve been sitting here for this hour, and you have never spoken a word to me.
Dis. I had nothing to say.
Mrs. Dis. And though you know how fond I am of the wing of a fowl, you would send me a leg at dinner.