Plays, written by Sir John Vanbrugh, volume the second

by John Vanbrugh

Man. Hold, hold, Sir Francis, have a little mercy upon my poor godson, pray, Sir.

Sir Fran. Waunds, cousin, I han't patience.

Count Bas. Manly! nay, then I'm blown to the devil.

[Aside.

Squ. Rich. O my head! my head!

Enter Lady Wronghead.

Lady Wrong. What's the matter here, gentlemen? for heav'ns sake! what, are you murd'ring my children?

Con. No, no, Madam! no murder! only a little suspicion of felony, that's all.

Sir Fran. [To Jenny.] And for you, Mrs. Hot-upon't, I could find in my heart to make you wear that habit, as long as you live, you jade you. Do you know, hussy, that you were within two minutes of marrying a pickpocket?