stake, and I, therefore, shall not pause at a trifling deception, which
may be productive of so much good. Will you assist me?
_Adm._ Why, Edward, can't you manage without me?
_Capt. Eth._ Not very well. Let me entreat you. I hear my mother coming.
_Adm._ Well, well--she is always asserting I deceive her when I
don't--for once, I'll not be accused without a cause.
_Enter Lady Etheridge; they pretend not to see her._
_Capt. Eth._ (_Aside._) Now, sir. (_Aloud._) The proofs are, indeed, too
strong, my dear sir, to hope for any other issue, and I regret that we
have all been so long and so cruelly deceived.
_Adm._ Well, Edward, I can only say, if you are not really my son, you
will always be considered as such; for, whether your name be Etheridge
or Bargrove, you must still look upon me as your father.
_Capt. Eth._ I thank you, sir; but there are circumstances over which
you have no control. The title and estate must descend to the lawful
heir; and that silly fellow, Peter, will in future claim the affections
of yourself, and of my dear Lady Etheridge. It is on her account, more
than my own, that I feel so much distressed.
_Lady Eth._ (_coming forward_). What is this that I hear? Is there then
any foundation for that vile report? that hideous tale that turned the
brain of that silly wretch? (_The Admiral shakes his head in mournful
silence._) Edward, will you not answer me?
_Capt. Eth._ I'm afraid that my answer will be most unsatisfactory.
Madam, I had my doubts: indeed, I spurned the idea, until I called upon
Lucy Etheridge--I believe I must call her now--and the proofs which she
can bring forward.
_Lady Eth._ The hussy!
_Capt. Eth._ Nay, my lady, I must do justice to her. She is more
inclined to conceal the facts than to disclose them. Her regard for my
father, her profound respect for you, and a certain feeling of good-will
towards me----
_Lady Eth._ Well, I am glad to see a little good sense in the girl;
indeed, if the Admiral had not spoilt her----
_Adm._ Lady Etheridge, I have always felt towards that girl as my own
daughter. It's very odd. Do you think, Edward, that this matter could
not be hushed up?
_Capt. Eth._ I know but of one way, sir, which is, to sacrifice myself
for the welfare of the family. I will do it--I may say, almost
willingly.
_Adm._ How is that, Edward?
_Capt. Eth._ By a marriage with Lucy.
_Lady Eth._ Never!
_Capt. Eth._ Who will then, for her own sake, keep the proofs in her
possession.
_Lady. Eth._ Never! never! I cannot consent to it.
_Capt. Eth._ May I ask, my dear Lady Etheridge, if you refuse me as your
son, or is Lucy refused to me as your daughter?
_Lady Eth._ Oh!
_Capt. Eth._ And again, my dear madam, when you reflect, on the
establishment of these facts by undoubted proofs, that booby, Peter,
will have a right to claim your maternal kindness.
_Lady Eth._ Odious wretch!
_Capt. Eth._ To occupy that place in your affections which, hitherto, I
have so proudly held, and must surrender with such deep regret.
_Lady Eth._ I would consent to--submit to anything, rather than that
monster should dare to call me mother.
_Capt. Eth._ Yet so he will, madam, without you consent to the proposed
arrangement. Lucy has always treated you with respect, and expressed the
warmest gratitude for your protection; but, as for Peter, he will be
more bearish and insolent than ever, again smother you with his nauseous
kisses, and claim them as an offspring's right.
_Lady Eth._ I really feel quite ill again at the very idea. Save me from
that, and I'll consent to anything.
_Capt. Eth._ Well, then, madam, have I your permission?
_Enter William._
_Will._ Please, Sir Gilbert, here be Mr Bargrove, and Madam Bargrove and
Miss Lucy, and the constables, and the malefactors, coming up to prove
the whole truth of the consarn, to your's and my lady's satisfaction.
_Lady Eth._ I'll not see them. I must leave you.
_Capt. Eth._ Nay, madam, stay but one moment, and acquaint Lucy that you
give your consent. She may not believe me.
_Enter Old Bargrove, Lucy, Constables, and Nelly._
_Old Bar._ Your servant, my lady; your servant, Sir Gilbert. I've got
the whole story out at last. I have brought up Lucy, who will prove the
facts. My son Peter, I have sent after, and I took the liberty to tell
the servant that Miss Agnes would be necessary.
_Capt Eth._ (_leading up Lucy to Lady Etheridge_). Lady Etheridge, will
you honour us so far as to give your consent? (_Lady Etheridge
hesitates._) My dear madam, recollect the circumstances.
_Enter Peter._
_Adm._ Come, Lady Etheridge, they have mine, and your's must not be
refused.
_Peter._ Sir Gilbert, I am your's (_seeing Nelly_). Oh, you're
here--then all's right, and so I don't care. (_Advancing towards Lady
Etheridge._) Lady Etheridge, my dear mamma, with your permission----
_Lady Eth._ (_hastily joining the hands of Captain Etheridge and Lucy_).
Yes, Lucy, I consent. [_Exit hastily._
_Capt. Eth._ Thank you, Peter, you never did me so good a turn in your
life.
_Peter._ Sir Gilbert, in justice to yourself, read this, and do not
despise the caution, for it is all true. (_Gives the letter._)
_Adm._ How do you know? (_Reads._) "Your house will be robbed this
night--the parties are well armed and resolute. Take immediate
precautions, and despise not this warning from one who has a sincere
regard for you, and for your family."
_Capt. Eth._ A friendly caution, sir. It must be attended to. The favour
is intended us by the gang of gipsies in the wood. Perhaps this woman
may know something about it.
_Old Bar._ Like enough, for we have an old acquaintance here, who knows
every part of the Hall. This is Nelly Armstrong, who nursed Lucy.
_Mrs Bar._ I'll swear to her, and it is she who has been the occasion of
all this mischief.
_Enter Agnes and Capt. Mertoun._
_Agnes._ My dear Lucy! I did not know that you were here. (_Turning to
Nelly._)
_Nelly._ Yes, Miss Agnes, the gipsy woman that told you your fortune,
and, as Mrs Bargrove states, nursed you, Miss Lucy, at her breast. Sir
Gilbert, I will save you trouble by confessing, that all I told these
young people was from a feeling of revenge towards Lady Etheridge, who
spurned me from her door. My long residence in the family enabled me to
give a show of truth to what has occasioned so much uneasiness.
_Peter._ What! ar'n't it all true, then?
_Nelly._ Not one word, Mr Peter.
_Old Bar._ Then we must have you to Bridewell.
_Nelly._ I trust, Sir Gilbert, you will be merciful, for I have proved
my strong regard to your family.
_Adm._ What, by making us all miserable?
_Nelly._ Sir Gilbert, by that letter in your hand, that I wrote, little
expecting that I should ever appear before you.
_Peter._ O, the letter is true, then!
_Adm._ (_holding up his cane_). Silence, sir!
_Old Bar._ (_holding up his stick_). Yes, silence, sir!
_Nelly._ I know, Sir Gilbert, that you have too kind a heart to injure
any one; and, if repentance for my folly and wickedness can--if you,
Miss Lucy, will plead for me--and my letter, Sir Gilbert, ought to plead
for me too--all I beg is, that you will place me in a situation to keep
my good resolutions.
_Capt. Eth._ Lucy will plead for her, sir, and so do I, for to her I owe
my present happiness.
_Adm._ Well, well, woman, it shall be your own fault if you do wrong
again.
_Nelly_ (_curtseying._) Then let me beg pardon of all those to whom I
have occasioned uneasiness.
_Adm._ Well, it's all settled now, except the affair of the letter,
which we must attend to, Bargrove.
_Capt. Mer._ Not quite all, sir; here are two who wish for your
sanction.
_Adm._ Hah! Is it so, Agnes? In this instance I may safely join your
hands for your mother, for this morning she expressed a wish that it
might be so. At the same time, Mr and Mrs Bargrove, I must request your
sanction for the choice that my son has made. He has already secured
mine and that of Lady Etheridge.
_Mrs Bar._ (_wiping her eyes._) This is indeed a joyous end to all my
vexations.
_Nelly_ (_with emotion._) May heaven bless your union, my dear Miss
Lucy!
_Old Bar._ God bless you both! Now, with your permission, Sir Gilbert, I
will resign my office of steward. For many years I have filled it
through gratitude, and not from any wish of emolument. I have enough to
portion my daughter, and even to make that foolish boy a gentleman,
according to his notions of gentility.
_Peter._ Have you, my dear father? Then I am glad that I was not
changed. But I say, Etheridge, I'm your brother-in-law. Indeed you've a
strong hand, brother Edward.
_Capt. Eth._ There, Peter, take it in friendship. (_Shake hands._)
_Adm._ And mine.
_Capt. Mer._ Peter, mine.
_Old Bar._ Well, I suppose, Peter, I must do the same, and forget and
forgive.
_Mrs Bar._ And me, Peter. (_Peter jumps up, clasps her round the neck,
and gives her a hearty kiss._) The boy's heart is right after all.
_Adm._ Thus, then, do all our vexations end in happiness, and may we be
allowed to indulge the hope that the same may prove the case with all
the parties (_bowing to the audience_) who have honoured us with their
presence.
[_Curtain falls._
ILL-WILL:
AN ACTING CHARADE
DRAMATIS PERSONAE.
MR CADAVEROUS, _An old miser, very rich and very ill._
EDWARD, _A young lawyer without a brief._
MR HAUSTUS GUMARABIC, _Apothecary._
SEEDY, _Solicitor._
THOMAS MONTAGU, }
} _Nephews to Mr Cadaverous._
JOHN MONTAGU, }
JAMES STERLING, }
} _Nephews twice removed to Mr Cadaverous._
WILLIAM STERLING,}
CLEMENTINA MONTAGU, _Niece to Mr Cadaverous._
MRS JELLYBAGS, _Housekeeper and nurse._
Ill-Will
_Act I._
_Scene.--A sick room.--Mr Cadaverous in an easy chair asleep, supported
by cushions, wrapped up in his dressing-gown, a nightcap on his head.--A
small table with phials, gallipots, &c.--Mrs Jellybags seated on a chair
close to the table._
_Mrs Jellybags_ (_looks at Mr Cadaverous, and then comes forward_). He
sleeps yet--the odious old miser! Mercy on me, how I do hate
him,--almost as much as he loves his money! Well, there's one comfort,
he cannot take his money-bags with him, and the doctor says that he
cannot last much longer. Ten years have I been his slave--ten years have
I been engaged to be married to Sergeant-Major O'Callaghan of the
Blues--ten years has he kept me waiting at the porch of Hymen,--and what
thousands of couples have I seen enter during the time! Oh dear! it's
enough to drive a widow mad. I think I have managed it;--he has now
quarrelled with all his relations, and Doctor Gumarabic intends this day
to suggest the propriety of his making his last will and testament. [_Mr
Cadaverous, still asleep, coughs._] He is waking. (_Looks at him._) No,
he is not. Well, then, I shall wake him, and give him a draught, for,
after such a comfortable sleep as he is now in, he might last a whole
week longer. (_Goes up to Mr Cadaverous, and shakes him_).
_Mr Cad._ (_starting up._) Ugh! ugh! ugh! (_coughs violently._) Oh! Mrs
Jellybags, I'm so ill. Ugh! ugh!
_Jel._ My dear, dear sir! now don't say so. I was in hopes, after such a
nice long sleep you would have found yourself so much better.
_Cad._ Long sleep! oh dear!--I'm sure I've not slept ten minutes.
_Jel._ (_Aside._) I know that. (_Aloud._) Indeed, my dear sir, you are
mistaken. Time passes very quick when we are fast asleep. I have been
watching you and keeping the flies off. But you must now take your
draught, my dear sir, and your pill first.
_Cad._ What! more pills and more draughts! Why, there's no end to them.
_Jel._ Yes, there will be, by-and-bye, my dear sir. You know Doctor
Gumarabic has ordered you to take one pill and one draught every
half-hour.
_Cad._ And so I have--never missed one for the last six weeks--woke up
for them day and night. I feel very weak--very weak, indeed! Don't you
think I might eat something, my dear Mrs Jellybags?
_Jel._ Eat, my dear Mr Cadaverous!--how can you ask me, when you know
that Doctor Gumarabic says that it would be the death of you?
_Cad._ Only the wing of a chicken,--or a bit of the breast----
_Jel._ Impossible!
_Cad._ A bit of dry toast, then; anything, my dear Mrs Jellybags. I've
such a gnawing. Ugh! ugh!
_Jel._ My dear sir, you would die if you swallowed the least thing
that's nourishing.
_Cad._ I'm sure I shall die if I do not. Well, then, a little soup--I
should like that very much indeed.
_Jel._ Soup! it would be poison, my dear sir! No, no. You must take your
pill and your draught.
_Cad._ Oh dear! oh dear!--Forty-eight pills and forty-eight draughts
every twenty-four hours!--not a wink of sleep day or night.
_Jel._ (_soothingly._) But it's to make you well, you know, my dear Mr
Cadaverous. Come, now. (_Hands him a pill and some water in a tumbler._)
_Cad._ The last one is hardly down yet;--I feel it sticking half-way.
Ugh! ugh!
_Jel._ Then wash them both down at once. Come, now, 'tis to make you
well, you know.
[_Cadaverous takes the pill with a wry face, and coughs it up again._
_Cad._ Ugh! ugh! There--it's up again. Oh dear! oh dear!
_Jel._ You must take it, my dear sir. Come, now, try again.
_Cad._ (_coughing._) My cough is so bad. (_Takes the pill._) Oh, my poor
head! Now I'll lie down again.
_Jel._ Not yet, my dear Mr Cadaverous. You must take your draught;--it's
to make you well, you know.
_Cad._ What! another draught? I'm sure I must have twenty draughts in my
inside, besides two boxes of pills!
_Jel._ Come, now--it will be down in a minute.
[_Cadaverous takes the wine-glass in his hand, and looks at it with
abhorrence._
_Jel._ Come, now.
[_Cadaverous swallows the draught, and feels very sick, puts his
handkerchief to his mouth, and, after a time, sinks back in the chair
quite exhausted, and shuts his eyes._
_Jel._ (_Aside._) I wish the doctor would come. It's high time that he
made his will.
_Cad._ (_drawing up his leg._) Oh! oh! oh!
_Jel._ What's the matter, my dear Mr Cadaverous?
_Cad._ Oh! such pain!--oh! rub it, Mrs Jellybags.
_Jel._ What, here, my dear sir? (_Rubs his knee._)
_Cad._ No, no!--not there!--Oh, my hip!
_Jel._ What, here? (_Rubs his hip._)
_Cad._ No, no!--higher--higher! Oh, my side!
_Jel._ What, here? (_Rubs his side._)
_Cad._ No!--lower!
_Jel._ Here? (_Rubbing._)
_Cad._ No!--higher!--Oh, my chest!--my stomach! Oh dear!--oh dear!
_Jel._ Are you better now, my dear sir?
_Cad._ Oh dear! oh! I do believe that I shall die! I've been a very
wicked man, I'm afraid.
_Jel._ Don't say so, Mr Cadaverous. Every one but your nephews and
nieces say that you are the best man in the world.
_Cad._ Do they? I was afraid that I had not been quite so good as they
think I am.
_Jel._ I'd like to hear any one say to the contrary. I'd tear their eyes
out,--that I would.
_Cad._ You are a good woman, Mrs Jellybags; and I shall not forget you
in my will.
_Jel._ Don't mention wills, my dear sir. You make me so miserable.
(_Puts her handkerchief to her eyes._)
_Cad._ Don't cry, Mrs Jellybags. I wo'n't talk any more about it.
(_Sinks back exhausted._)
_Jel._ (_wiping her eyes._) Here comes Doctor Gumarabic.
_Enter Gumarabic._
_Gum._ Good morning, Mistress Jellybags. Well, how's our
patient?--better?--heh? [_Mrs Jellybags shakes her head._
_Gum._ No: well, that's odd. (_Goes up to Mr Cadaverous._) Not better,
my dear sir?--don't you feel stronger?
_Cad._ (_faintly_). Oh, no!
_Gum._ Not stronger! Let us feel the pulse. [_Mrs Jellybags hands a
chair, and Gumarabic sits down, pulls out his watch, and counts._]
Intermittent--135--well, now--that's very odd! Mrs Jellybags, have you
adhered punctually to my prescriptions?
_Jel._ Oh yes, sir, exactly.
_Gum._ He has eaten nothing?
_Cad._ Nothing at all.
_Gum._ And don't feel stronger? Odd--very odd! Pray, has he had anything
in the way of drink? Come, Mrs Jellybags, no disguise,--tell the
truth;--no soup--warm jelly--heh?
_Jel._ No, sir; upon my word, he has had nothing.
_Gum._ Humph!--and yet feels no stronger? Well, that's odd!--Has he
taken the pill every half-hour?
_Jel._ Yes, sir, regularly.
_Gum._ And feels no better! Are you sure that he has had his draught
with his pill?
_Jel._ Every time, sir.
_Gum._ And feels no better! Well, that's odd!--very odd, indeed! (_Rises
and comes forward with Mrs Jellybags._) We must throw in some more
draughts, Mrs Jellybags; there is no time to be lost.
_Jel._ I'm afraid he's much worse, sir.
_Gum._ I am not at all afraid of it, Mrs Jellybags,--I am sure of
it;--it's very odd,--but the fact is, that all the physic in the world
won't save him; but still he must take it,--because--physic was made to
be taken.
_Jel._ Very true, sir. (_Whispers to Gumarabic._)
_Gum._ Ah! yes;--very proper. (_Going to Mr Cadaverous._) My dear sir, I
have done my best; nevertheless, you are ill,--very ill,--which is
odd,--very odd! It is not pleasant,--I may say, very unpleasant,--but if
you have any little worldly affairs to settle,--will to make,--or a
codicil to add, in favour of your good nurse, your doctor, or so on,--it
might be as well to send for your lawyer;--there is no saying, but,
during my practice, I have sometimes found that people die. After all
the physic you have taken, it certainly is odd--very odd--very odd,
indeed;--but you might die to-morrow.
_Cad._ Oh dear!--I'm very ill.
_Jel._ (_sobbing._) Oh dear! oh dear!--he's very ill.
_Gum._ (_comes forward, shrugging up his shoulders._) Yes; he is
ill--very ill;--to-morrow, dead as mutton! At all events he has not died
for WANT of physic. We must throw in some more draughts immediately;--no
time to be lost. Life is short,--but my bill will be long--very long!
[_Exit as scene closes._
_Act II. Scene I._
_Enter Clementina, with a letter in her hand._
_Clem._ I have just received a letter from my dear Edward: he knows of
my uncle's danger, and is anxious to see me. I expect him immediately. I
hope he will not be seen by Mrs Jellybags as he comes in, for she would
try to make more mischief than she has already. Dear Edward! how he
loves me! (_Kisses the letter._)
_Enter Edward._
_Edw._ My lovely, my beautiful, my adored Clementina! I have called upon
Mr Gumarabic, who tells me that your uncle cannot live through the
twenty-four hours, and I have flown here, my sweetest, dearest,
to--to----
_Clem._ To see me, Edward: surely there needs no excuse for coming?
_Edw._ To reiterate my ardent, pure, and unchangeable affection, my
dearest Clementina; to assure you, that in sickness or in health, for
richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, as they say in the
marriage ceremony, I am yours till death us do part.
_Clem._ I accept the vow, dearest Edward. You know too well my heart for
me to say more.
_Edw._ I do know your heart, Clementina, as it is,--nor do I think it
possible that you could change;--still, sometimes--that is for a moment
when I call to mind that, by your uncle's death, as his favourite niece,
living with him for so many years, you may soon find yourself in the
possession of thousands,--and that titled men may lay their coronets at
your feet,--then, Clementina----
_Clem._ Ungenerous and unkind!--Edward, I almost hate you. Is a little
money, then, to sway my affections? Shame, Edward, shame on you! Is such
your opinion of my constancy? (_Weeps._) You must judge me by your own
heart.
_Edw._ Clementina! dearest Clementina!--I did!--but rather--that is,--I
was not in earnest;--but when we value any object as I value you,--it
may be forgiven, if I feel at times a little jealous;--yes, dearest,
jealous!
_Clem._ 'Twas jealousy then, Edward, which made you so unkind? Well,
then, I can forgive _that_.
_Edw._ Nothing but jealousy, dearest! I cannot help, at times,
representing you surrounded by noble admirers,--all of them suing to
you,--not for yourself, but for your money,--tempting you with their
rank;--and it makes me jealous, horribly jealous! I cannot compete with
lords, Clementina,--a poor barrister without a brief.
_Clem._ I have loved you for yourself, Edward. I trust you have done the
same toward me.
_Edw._ Yes; upon my soul, my Clementina!
_Clem._ Then my uncle's disposition of his property will make no
difference in me. For your sake, my dear Edward, I hope he will not
forget me. What's that? Mrs Jellybags is coming out of the room. Haste,
Edward;--you must not be seen here. Away, dearest!--and may God bless
you.
_Edw._ (_kisses her hand._) Heaven preserve my adored, my matchless,
ever-to-be-loved Clementina. [_Exeunt separately._
_Scene II._
_The sick-room--Mr Cadaverous, lying on a sofa-bed--Mr Seedy, the
lawyer, sitting by his side, with papers on the table before him._
_Seedy._ I believe now, sir, that everything is arranged in your will
according to your instructions. Shall I read it over again; for although
signed and witnessed, you may make any alteration you please by a
codicil.
_Cad._ No, no. You have read it twice, Mr Seedy, and you may leave me
now. I am ill, very ill, and wish to be alone.
_Seedy_ (_folds up his papers and rises._) I take my leave, Mr
Cadaverous, trusting to be long employed as your solicitor.
_Cad._ Afraid not, Mr Seedy. Lawyers have no great interest in heaven.
Your being my solicitor will not help me there.
_Seedy_ (_coming forward as he goes out._) Not a sixpence to his legal
adviser! Well, well! I know how to make out a bill for the executors.
[_Exit Seedy, and enter Mrs Jellybags._
_Jel._ (_with her handkerchief to her eyes._) Oh dear! oh dear! oh, Mr
Cadaverous, how can you fatigue and annoy yourself with such things as
wills?
_Cad._ (_faintly._) Don't cry, Mrs Jellybags. I've not forgotten you.
_Jel._ (_sobbing._) I can't--help--crying. And there's Miss
Clementina,--now that you are dying,--who insists upon coming in to see
you.
_Cad._ Clementina, my niece, let her come in, Mrs Jellybags; I feel I'm
going fast,--I may as well take leave of everybody.
_Jel._ (_sobbing._) Oh dear! oh dear! You may come in, Miss.
_Enter Clementina._
_Clem._ My dear uncle, why have you, for so many days, refused me
admittance? Every morning have I asked to be allowed to come and nurse
you, and for more than three weeks have received a positive refusal.
_Cad._ Refusal! Why I never had a message from you.
_Clem._ No message! Every day I have sent, and every day did Mrs
Jellybags reply that you would not see me.
_Cad._ (_faintly._) Mrs Jellybags,--Mrs Jellybags----
_Clem._ Yes, uncle; it is true as I stand here;--and my brother Thomas
has called almost every day, and John every Sunday, the only day he can
leave the banking house; and cousins William and James have both been
here very often.
_Cad._ Nobody told me! I thought everyone had forgotten me. Why was I
not informed, Mrs Jellybags?
_Jel._ (_in a rage._) Why, you little story-telling creature, coming
here to impose upon your good uncle! You know that no one has been
here--not a soul;--and as for yourself, you have been too busy looking
after a certain gentleman ever to think of your poor uncle;--that you
have;--taking advantage of his illness to behave in so indecorous a
manner. I would have told him everything, but I was afraid of making him
worse.
_Clem._ You are a false, wicked woman!
_Jel._ Little impudent creature,--trying to make mischief between me and
my kind master, but it won't do. (_To Clementina aside._) The will is
signed, and I'll take care he does not alter it;--so do your worst.
_Cad._ (_faintly._) Give me the mixture, Mrs----
_Clem._ I will, dear uncle. (_Pours out the restorative mixture in a
glass._)
_Jel._ (_going back._) You will, Miss!--indeed! but you shan't.
_Clem._ Be quiet, Mrs Jellybags;--allow me at least to do something for
my poor uncle.
_Cad._ Give me the mix----
_Jel._ (_prevents Clementina from giving it, and tries to take it from
her._) You shan't, Miss!--You never shall.
_Cad._ Give me the----
[_Mrs Jellybags and Clementina scuffle, at last Clementina throws
the contents of the glass into Mrs Jellybags's face._
_Clem._ There, then!--since you will have it.
_Jel._ (_in a rage._) You little minx!--I'll be revenged for that. Wait
a little till the will is read,--that's all!--See if I don't bundle you
out of doors,--that I will.
_Clem._ As you please, Mrs Jellybags; but pray, give my poor uncle his
restorative mixture.
_Jel._ To please you?--Not I! I'll not give him a drop till I think
proper. Little, infamous, good-for-nothing----
_Cad._ Give me----oh!
_Jel._ Saucy--man-seeking----