British theatre . Oramatte Jjftaonae* DRURT-LANE. Strictland, - Mr. Bensley. Frankly, _ - Mr. Wroughton. Bellamy, - Mr. Barrymore. Ranger, ... Mr. Palmer. Jack Meggot, .... Mr. Dodd. Buckle, Mr. , Mr. Ranger, - - Mr. Phillimore. Simon, Mr. Banks. Women*Mrs. Strictland, .... Mrs. , ..... Miss Fan-en. iACiNTHA, - Mrs. Goodall. ucetta, - Mrs. Williames. Landlady, . Mrs. , Miss , - ..... Miss Heard. COVENT- GARDEN. Strictland, .... Mr. , - Mr. Holman. Bellamy, ..... M
British theatre . Oramatte Jjftaonae* DRURT-LANE. Strictland, - Mr. Bensley. Frankly, _ - Mr. Wroughton. Bellamy, - Mr. Barrymore. Ranger, ... Mr. Palmer. Jack Meggot, .... Mr. Dodd. Buckle, Mr. , Mr. Ranger, - - Mr. Phillimore. Simon, Mr. Banks. Women*Mrs. Strictland, .... Mrs. , ..... Miss Fan-en. iACiNTHA, - Mrs. Goodall. ucetta, - Mrs. Williames. Landlady, . Mrs. , Miss , - ..... Miss Heard. COVENT- GARDEN. Strictland, .... Mr. , - Mr. Holman. Bellamy, ..... Mr. , --.«,,. Mr. Meggot, .... Mr. Bernard. Buckle, j Mr. Thompson. Tester, Mr. to Ranger, - ... Mr. Farley. Simon, --/.--- Mr. Evatt. Strictland, ... - Mrs. , - Mrs. Pope. Jacintha, - Mrs. Wells. Lucetta, . Mrs. Rock. Landlady, -___*._ Mrs. , --____ Miss , - . Miss Brangin. Chairmen, Footmen, &, THE SUSPICIOUS HUSBAND ACT 1. SCENE I. Ranger* Chambers in the Temple. A knocking isheard at the Door for some time; when Ranger en-ters, having let himself in. more I am got safe to the Temple. Let mereflect a little. I have sat up all night: I have myhead full of bad wine, and the noise of oaths, dice,and the damnd tinkling of tavern bells; my spiritsjaded, and my eyes sunk in my head; and all this forthe conversation of a company of fellows I wit lies only in obscenity, their mirth in noise,and their delight in a box and dice. Honest Ranger,take my word for it, thou art a mighty silly fellow. Enter a Servant with a wig have you been, rascal ? If I had not had the ABL 11 THE SUSPICIOUS HUSBAND. A3 key in my pocket, I must have waited at the door inthis dainty dress. Serv. I was only below combing out your honourswig. Ran. Well, give me my cap.—[Pulling off his wig AWhy, how like a raking dog do you look, comparedto that spruce,
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