Ash. I zay, Henry, take Jolly, and Smiler, and Captain, but dan't ye take thic lazy beast Genius—I'll be shot if having vive load an acre on my wheat land could please me more.
Dame. Tummas, here comes Susan reading the letter.
Ash. How pale she do look! dan't she?
Dame. Ah! poor thing!—If——
Ash. Hauld thy tongue, woolye?
[They retire.
Enter Susan, reading the letter.
Susan. Is it possible! Can the man to whom I've given my heart write thus!—"I am compelled to marry Miss Blandford; but my love for my Susan is unalterable—I hope she will not, for an act of necessity, cease to think with tenderness on her faithful Robert."——Oh man! ungrateful man! it is from our bosoms alone you derive your power; how cruel then to use it, in fixing in those bosoms endless sorrow and despair!—--"Still think with tenderness"—Base, dishonourable insinuation—He might have allowed me to esteem him. [Locks up the letter in a box on the table, and exit weeping.]
[Ashfield and Dame come forward.]
Ash. Poor thing!—What can be the matter—She locked up the letter in thic box, and then burst into tears.