SCENE--_The Church-door of a fashionable Church. Wife bidding adieu to
Husband._
_Husband._ Surely, now that my name and fortune are yours, you will
reconsider your decision, and at least accompany me back to our wedding
breakfast?
_Wife_ (_in a firm voice_). Never! You may kill me, but I will defy you to
the last!
_Husband._ This is rank nonsense! You must take my arm. [_He is about
to leave the Church-porch, when he is met by a Messenger from the Court of
Appeal._
_Messenger._ In the name of the Law, release your prisoner!
_Husband._ Sold! [_Joy of Wife, and tableau, as the Curtain falls._
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"WHAT'S IN A NAME?"
The "Cony" is feeble, the Bear's a rough bore.
But CONYBEARE'S both, and perhaps a bit more!
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[Illustration: SMART NEW BOY IN CLOAK-ROOM HAS NOTED GENTLEMEN SHUTTING UP
THEIR CRUSH HATS, AND PROMPTLY FLATTENS DE JONES'S BEST SILK TOPPER!]
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[Illustration]