JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Why, zounds! will you hear me or no?
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
I am listening, my love, I am listening!—But what signifies my silence, what good is my not speaking a word, if this girl will interrupt and let nobody speak but herself?—Ay, I don’t wonder, my life, at your impatience; your poor dear lips quiver to speak; but I suppose she’ll run on, and not let you put in a word.— You may very well be angry; there is nothing, sure, so provoking as a chattering, talking—
LAURETTA.
Nay, I’m sure, mamma, it is you will not let papa speak now.
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Why, you little provoking minx——
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Get out of the room directly, both of you—get out!
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
Ay, go, girl.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Go, Bridget, you are worse than she, you old hag. I wish you were both up to the neck in the canal, to argue there till I took you out.
Enter SERVANT.
SERVANT.
Doctor Rosy, sir
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Show him up. [Exit SERVANT.]