third button, cocked up his head in my face, and said I was much too tall for a hero--however I got the liberty of the scenes by desiring to rehearse Hamlet next week. --But I hope to cross the Tweed with the fair Ophelia before that time, and finish my stage adventures by appearing the first time in the character of a good husband.
Merv. Success attend you.
Wils. --This is the day,
Makes me, or mars, for ever and for aye!--
If I succeed, I shall be restored to my father's estate, drink claret, and live like a gentleman with the wife of my heart--and, egad, for aught I know, stand for the County.
Merv. If not--you must be confined to your little one hundred and twenty pounds a year farm, make your own cheese, marry the Curate's daughter, have a dozen children, and brew the best October in the Parish.
Wils. Whichever way fortune will dispose of me, I shall be always happy to see my friends, and never shall forget my obligations to thee, my dear Jack.
[Shakes him by the hand.
Merv. Well, well--let us away--we have too much business to mind compliments. [Exeunt severally.
Two Women Sweeping the Stage.
First Wom. Come, Betty, dust away, dust away, girl, the Managers will be here presently; there's no lying in bed for them now, we are up early and late; all hurry