Married Life: A Comedy, in Three Acts

by John Baldwin Buckstone

Dove. I don’t know where I’m going, nor I don’t care; you’ve wounded me in a tender pint.

Mrs. Dove. Point!——

Dove. Point!—and I don’t care if I never see you again.

Mrs. Dove. (Taking his hand.)—Henry!

Dove. Let go my hand, Martha; I mean what I say; and don’t follow me, because I wont be follow’d.

Mrs. Dove. You cannot intend to be so base?

Dove. I do—you’ve put me in a passion, and when I am in a passion I’m dissolute.

[Exit, R. H.

Mrs. Dove. Resolute!—(calling after him)—Cruel Henry! I shall faint—Help! Henry!—Water!—oh! oh!—(She faints in a chair, and the drop falls.)