BEHIND THE CURTAIN;
The New Rehearsal.
Enter Wilson and Mervin, booted. Wils. My dear Jack--ten thousand thanks for your punctuality--ready equipped, I see, to serve your friend.
Merv. But how can I serve you, my young Don Quixote? Am I to be your Sancho while your Knight Errantship is running away with this Dulcinea del Toboso?
Wils. I have given orders that my post-chaise shall wait in the broad way by Exeter-Change, and the moment the lady steps from her chair to the chaise, the postilions will crack their whips, and drive away like lightning.
Merv. You are a romantic fellow!--How can you possibly imagine, that your hot-headed scheme to run away with this young lady can ever be executed?