I am a melancholy man.
Jos. You’d be a melancholy man my young feller if I was out there half a minute with a club. Samantha, lemme go out, dummit; I will go!
Sam. Do you stop swearin’ and be calm.
Jos. I won’t be calm, and I will say dummit; there now, dummit!
S. Bob. (sings) Oh! I languish for thee; I am languishing for thee. (Upper window opens again.)
Thos. J. My musical young friend, havn’t you languished enough for one night? Because if you have, father and mother and I, being kept awake by other serenaders the fore-part of the night, will love to excuse you, will thank you for your labors in our behalf and love to bid you good evening—Tirzah Ann being fast asleep in the other end of the house. But don’t let me hurry you Shakespeare, my dear young friend, if you havn’t languished enough, you keep right on languishing. I hope I hain’t so hard hearted enough to deny a young man and neighbor the privilege of languishing. (Shakespeare departs.)
CURTAIN FALLS.
ACT V.
Scene.—Josiah Allen’s wife with bonnet on ready to start.—She says to herself: “I wonder why Josiah Allen don’t come. We shall be late to that quire meetin’.”—When Simon Slimpsey rushes in and sinks down in a chair.
Simon. Am I pursued?