Little theater classics . up-stage, watchingtdth mixed emotions. Lauretta gives a little (sweeping off his disguise, down to thai ofHumphrey) Your affectionate son-in-law, OCoimor, and yourvery humble servant, Humphrey Hum. JUSTICE CEBDULOUS (Ti§ false,j you dog! you are not my son-in-law;for 1*11 be poisoned again, and you shall be hanged:Ill die, sirrah, and leave Bridget my estate.^Glaring into OConnors face. MRS. BRIDGET (only restrained by Doctor Rosy frombursting down-stage) Ay, pray do, my dear, leave me your estate; Imsure he deserves to be hanged. ^ JUSTICE CEEDULOUS (d
Little theater classics . up-stage, watchingtdth mixed emotions. Lauretta gives a little (sweeping off his disguise, down to thai ofHumphrey) Your affectionate son-in-law, OCoimor, and yourvery humble servant, Humphrey Hum. JUSTICE CEBDULOUS (Ti§ false,j you dog! you are not my son-in-law;for 1*11 be poisoned again, and you shall be hanged:Ill die, sirrah, and leave Bridget my estate.^Glaring into OConnors face. MRS. BRIDGET (only restrained by Doctor Rosy frombursting down-stage) Ay, pray do, my dear, leave me your estate; Imsure he deserves to be hanged. ^ JUSTICE CEEDULOUS (diverted; passionately)He does, you say? Harkee, Bridget, — you showedsuch a tender concern for me when you thought mepoisoned, that, for the future, I am resolved never. 1 Qj 3 tf 1-5 M 1 ^ 11 O 4-g i-s 1 tH S •* l§ H PS O Bl • S I*-! O o § § ^ 3 3 15 .S D. 1-^ ce Ph H Ph „ si !»» OS ff-c cC M o_ <! Eh g rt? M Il iz; srs ?M ?§ o I THE SCHEMING LIEUTENANT 277 to take your advice again in anything! {Mollifiedby this outburst, he turns back to OConnor and seesthat he has, to Laurettas great delight, stripped offHumphrey Hums smock and displayed his uniform)So, do you hear, sir: you are an Irishman and asoldier, arent you?ocoNNOR (bovnng low, as he completes his transforma-tion to his first. Lieutenants, guise)I am, sir, and proud of both! JTJSTICE CBBDTJLOTJS The two things on earth I most hate! So I tellyou what: renounce your coimtry and sell yourcommission, and Ill forgive you. ocoNNOE (stepping up to. him, soldierly)Harkee, Mr. —if you were not therather of my beloved Lauretta (raising his arms toher in invitation to descend), I would pull your nosefor asking the first and break your bones for desir-ing the s
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