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let II.
Deb. Come, come, Lance Outram—ladyship me
10 ladyship. Have you forgot your old friend, De-
lorah Debbitch?
Lance. Deb !—So it is ! as sure as the devil’s in
London. Why, Debby, thou’rt fatter than old
Toby the butler.
Dame. (Putting on her tpectacks.) Lord, Lord,
woman ! how old a few years have made thee look !
But never mind : Handsome is as handsome does;
so sit down, my woman.
Lance. Ay ; squat, old girl.
Deb. Squat, old girl!—the low-lived wretches ;
but there’s no making a muslin gown out of a towel:
so I must e’en submit.
Dame. And live ye still with the Major, my wo¬
man ? I heard say he had just arrived at the old
Deb. Oh, I must leave him ! the old gentle¬
man’s so full of vagaries. After whisking me and
Miss Alice, over here, at a moment’s notice, he’s
now away to the Castle, with a party, to attack Sir
Dame and Lance. What sayest thou ?
Deb. True, on my word. Sir GeofFry has been
found guilty, and will shortly be tried, as partner in
the horrid plot of blowing up the King and making
a bonfire of the Parliament.
Dame. Bridgenorth to brave Peveril of the Peak !
Lance, make out, an thou be’st a man, and see
what’s stirring at the Castle.
Lance. (Seizes his bow and arrows.) Say no more,
! Naunty. I’ve eat the bread of his prosperity, and
I’ll not fly him in the day of his trouble—(Rushes
Deb. Heaven help me 1 If any thing should hap¬
pen to Lance, I shall never forgive myself.
Dame. Hush thee ! he returns.