Molly. I stay in a house where there are such doings! No, no. But I’ll have my revenge on you before I go, I will.—Master! Mr. Charles! all the house! come all of you!
Poly. He comes! I am ruined—and poor Charles—
Enter Eustace.
Eustace. Why, what is all this noise about? And you, Mr. Polyglot, didn’t you hear the supper bell? The fish is getting cold, and—
Molly. He doesn’t care about your fish, master; he has fish of his own to fry, the wicked old sinner.
Eustace. What does the girl mean?
Molly. I mean, master, that if one serpent, as he calls me, is to be sent out of your house, to let you know that you have another remaining in it.
Poly. Molly, my dear—
Molly. Don’t whisper me; I’m not to be come over with soft words, that I can tell you. Here’s Mr. Tutorer, sir, who would turn away a poor lass for having an honest lover of her own, has got a—I don’t know what, locked up in his room.
Eustace. Why, how dare you accuse—