MAJOR. But I’m not a Nero! Besides, I hain’t got a fiddle, and I couldn’t fiddle if I had.
| MRS. P. | } | (from rooms R. and L.—together). Joseph!Joseph! |
| MRS. MAJOR. |
DOCTOR. Here they both come! Do as I tell you, pluck up a proper spirit; in the mean time I’ll beat a retreat (runs out at C.).
MAJOR (shouting after him). Coward! to leave me alone to the mercy of two exasperated females!
Enter MRS. PELICAN hurriedly at R. H.
MRS. P. This is perfectly intolerable!
MRS. MAJOR. It’s absolutely unbearable! (entering hurriedly at L. H.).
MRS. P. To take no notice of my bell!
MRS. MAJOR. What’s the use of my ringing?
MRS. P. Oh! here you are, son Jeremiah.