Woodcock's Little Game: A Comedy-Farce, In Two Acts

by John Maddison Morton

MRS. WOODCOCK, MRS. COLONEL CARVER in bridal attire, and two BRIDESMAIDS enter at door R. C.

MRS. C. Don’t agitate yourself, my darling child, it is rather a nervous affair, I know, but it’s all over now—nothing could be better, you got through it charmingly.

BRIDESMAIDS. Oh, yes, charmingly!

MRS. C. A little repose, a mouthful of sponge cake and glass of sherry will soon compose you. Ladies, support your precious charge—come.

Exeunt, door R. 2 E.

WOOD. (without) This way, my dear friends.

Enter WOODCOCK, door R. C., in his bridegroom’s costume, followed by two or three MALE FRIENDS, with whom he is shaking hands in succession.

I’m obliged to you—very much obliged to you, indeed, for seeing me through the awful—I mean the interesting ceremony! You’ll excuse my following you to the dining room; you’ll find my respectable bride and her blushing mother there—no—I mean—really, what with the excitement, the agitation, the—the——

FRIENDS. (laughing) Ha, ha! of course!—all right, old fellow—ha, ha, ha!