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Our American Cousin

A Drama, in 3 Acts.

By Tom Taylor




[Abraham Lincoln was watching this play when he was assassinated.
(Act III, halfway through Scene 2.)]




ORIGINAL CAST OF CHARACTERS. [Our American Cousin.]




Laura Keene's Theatre, New York, October 15, 1858.

Lord Dundreary                Mr. E. A. Sothern  
Asa Trenchard                 ''  Jos. Jefferson
Sir Edward Trenchard          ''  E. Varrey
Capt. De Boots                ''  Clinton
Harry Vernon                  ''  M. Levick
Abel Murcott                  ''  C.W. Couldock
Mr. Coyle                     ''  J.G. Burnett
Mr. Buddicombe                ''  McDouall
Mr. Binny                     ''  Peters
John Wickens                  ''  Brown
Mrs. Mountchessington         Miss Mary Wells
Florence Trenchard            ''   Laura Keene
Mary                          ''   Sara Stevens
Augusta                       ''   E. Germon
Georgina                      Mrs. Sothern
Sharpe                        Miss Flynn
Skillet                       Mrs. M. Levick




OUR AMERICAN COUSIN.




ACT I.




Scene 1--Drawing room in 3. Trenchard Manor, C. D., backed by interior,
discovering table with luncheon spread.  Large French window, R. 3 E.,
through which a fine English park is seen.  Open archway, L. 3 E.
Set balcony behind.  Table, R., books and papers on it.
Work basket containing wools and embroidery frame.  A fashionable
arm chair and sofa, L. 2 E., small table near C. D.  Stage handsomely set,
costly furniture, carpet down, chairs, etc.


Buddicombe discovered on sofa reading newspaper.  Skillet and Sharpe
busily arranging furniture as curtain rises.


Sharpe  I don't know how you may feel as a visitor, Mr. Buddicombe,
but I think this is a most uncomfortable family.

Bud  Very uncomfortable.  I have no curtain to my bed.

Skil  And no wine at the second table.

Sharpe  And meaner servants I never seed.

Bud  I'm afraid Sir Edward is in a queer strait.

Skil  Yes, for only this morning, Mr. Binny, Mrs. Skillet says he--


Enter Binny, L. 3 E.


Binny  Mind your hown business instead hof your betters.
I'm disgusted with you lower servants.  When the wine merchant
presents his bills, you men, hear me, say he's been pressing for
the last six months, do you?

Skil  Nor I, that the last year's milliner's bills have not been paid.

Sharpe  Nor I, that Miss Florence has not had no new dresses
from London all winter.

Bud  And I can solemnly swear that his lordship's hair has been faithfully
bound in this bosom.

Binny  That'll do, that'll do; but to remember to check hidle curiosity
is the first duty of men hin livery.  Ha, 'ere hare the letters.


Enter John Wickens, L. 3 E., with green baize bag.  Binny takes bag,
takes out letters and reads addresses.


Binny  Hah! bill, of course, Miss Augusta, Mrs. Mountchessington,
Lord Dundreary, Capt. De Boots, Miss Georgina Mountchessington,
Lieut. Vernon, ah! that's from the admiralty.  What's this?
Miss Florence Trenchard, via Brattleboro', Vermont.

Bud  Where's that, Mr. Binny.

John  Why that be hin the United States of North Hamerica,
and a main good place for poor folks.

Binny  John Wickens, you forget yourself.

John  Beg pardon, Mr. Binny.

Binny  John Wickens, leave the room.

John  But I know where Vermont be tho'.

Binny  John Wickens, get hout.  [Exit John, L. 3 E.]

Bud  Dreadful low fellow, that.

Binny  Halways himpudent.

Bud  [Looking at letter in Binny's hand.]  Why, that is Sir Edward's hand,
Mr. Binny, he must have been sporting.

Binny  Yes, shooting the wild helephants and buffalos what abound there.

Bud  The nasty beasts.  [Looking off, R. 2 E.]  Hello, there comes
Miss Florence tearing across the lane like a three year old colt.

Sharp & Skil  Oh, Gemini.  [Run off, R. 2 E.  Bud. runs off, L. 2 E.]


Enter Florence, R. 2 E.


Flo  [As if after running.]  Oh!  I'm fairly out of breath.  Good morning,
Binny, the letter bag I saw coming, Wickens coming with it.
I thought I could catch him before I reached the house.  [Sits R.]
So off I started, I forgot the pond, it was in or over.  I got over,
but my hat got in.  I wish you'd fish it out for me, you won't find
the pond very deep.

Binny  Me fish for an at?  Does she take me for an hangler?

Flo.  Give me the letters.  [Takes them.]  Ah, blessed budget
that descends upon Trenchard Manor, like rain on a duck pond.
Tell papa and all, that the letters have come, you will find them
on the terrace.

Binny  Yes, Miss.  [Going, L. 3 E.]

Flo  And then go fish out my hat out of the pond, it's not very deep
Binny  [Aside.]  Me fish for 'ats?  I wonder if she takes me for an hangler?
[Exit disgusted, R. 3 E.]

Flo  [Reading directions.]  Lieut. Vernon.  [This is a large letter
with a large white envelope, red seal.]  In her Majesty's service.
Admiralty, R. N.  Ah, that's an answer to Harry's application for a ship.
Papa promised to use his influence for him.  I hope he has succeeded,
but then he will have to leave us, and who knows if he ever comes back.
What a foolish girl I am, when I know that his rise in the service
will depend upon it.  I do hope he'll get it, and, if he must leave us,
I'll bid him good bye as a lass who loves a sailor should.


Enter  Sir Edward, Mrs. M., Augusta, Capt. De Boots, Vernon, L. 3 E.


Flo  Papa, dear, here are letters for you, one for you,
Mrs. Mountchessington, one for you, Capt. De Boots, and one for you, Harry.
[Hiding letter behind her.]

Ver  Ah, one for me, Florence?

Flo  Now what will you give me for one?

Ver  Ah, then you have one?

Flo  Yes, there, Harry.  [Gives it.]

Ver  Ah, for a ship.  [Opens and reads.]

Flo  Ah!  Mon ami, you are to leave us.  Good news, or bad?

Ver  No ship yet, this promises another year of land lubbery.  [Goes up.]

Flo.  I'm so sorry.  [Aside.]  I'm so glad he's not going away.
But where's Dundreary.  Has anybody seen Dundreary?


Enter Dundreary.


Dun  Good morning, Miss Florence.

Flo  [Comes down, L.]  Good morning, my Lord Dundreary.
Who do you think has been here?  What does the postman bring?

Dun  Well, sometimes he brings a bag with a lock on it,
sometimes newspapers, and sometimes letters, I suppothe.

Flo  There.  [Gives letter.  Dundreary opens letter and Florence goes up R.
Dun. knocks knees against chair, turns round knocks shins,
and at last is seated extreme, R.]

Dun  Thank you.  [Reads letter.]

De B  [Reading paper.]  By Jove, old Soloman has made a crop of it.

Dun  A--what of it?

De B  I beg pardon, an event I am deeply interested in, that's all.
I beg pardon.

Aug  Ah!  Florence, dear, there's a letter of yours got among mine.
[Gives it.]

Flo  Why papa, it's from dear brother Ned.

Sir E  From my boy!  Where is he?  How is he?  Read it.

Flo  He writes from Brattleboro' Vt.  [Reading written letter.]
``Quite well, just come in from a shooting excursion,
with a party of Crows, splendid fellows, six feet high.''

Dun  Birds six feet high, what tremendous animals they must be.

Flo  Oh, I see what my brother means; a tribe of indians called Crows,
not birds.

Dun  Oh, I thought you meant those creatures with wigs on them.

Flo  Wigs!

Dun  I mean those things that move, breathe and walk, they look like
animals with those things.  [Moving his arms like wings.]

Flo  Wings.

Dun  Birds with wings, that's the idea.

Flo  [Reading written letter.]  ``Bye-the-bye, I have lately come
quite hap-hazard upon the other branch of our family, which emigrated
to America at the Restoration.  They are now thriving in this State,
and discovering our relationship, they received me most hospitably.
I have cleared up the mysterious death of old Mark Trenchard.''

Sir E  Of my uncle!

Flo  [Reading written letter.]  ``It appears that when he quarreled
with his daughter on her marriage with poor Meredith, he came here
in search of this stray shoot of the family tree, found them and died
in their house, leaving Asa, one of the sons, heir to his personal property
in England, which ought to belong to poor Mary Meredith.  Asa is about
to sail for the old country, to take possession.  I gave him directions
to find you out, and he should arrive almost as soon as this letter.
Receive him kindly for the sake of the kindness he has shown to me,
and let him see some of our shooting.''
				Your affectionate brother,   NED.

Sir E  An American branch of the family.

Mrs M  Oh, how interesting!

Aug  [Enthusiastically.]  How delightfully romantic!  I can
imagine the wild young hunter.  An Apollo of the prairie.

Flo  An Apollo of the prairie; yes, with a strong nasal twang,
and a decided taste for tobacco and cobblers.

Sir E  Florence, you forget that he is a Trenchard, and no true Trenchard
would have a liking for cobblers or low people of that kind.

Flo  I hate him, whatever he is, coming here to rob poor cousin Mary
of her grandmother's guineas.

Sir E  Florence, how often must I request you not to speak of
Mary Meredith as your cousin?

Flo  Why, she is my cousin, is she not?  Besides she presides over
her milk pail like a duchess playing dairymaid.  [Sir E. goes up.]
Ah! Papa won't hear me speak of my poor cousin, and then I'm so
fond of syllabubs.  Dundreary, do you know what syllabubs are?

Dun  Oh, yeth, I know what syllabubs is--yeth--yeth.

Flo  Why, I don't believe you do know what they are.

Dun  Not know what syllabubs are?  That's a good idea.  Why they are--
syllabubs are--they are only babies, idiotic children; that's a good idea,
that's good.  [Bumps head against Florence.]

Flo  No, it's not a bit like the idea.  What you mean are called cherubims.

Dun  What, those things that look like oranges, with wings on them?

Flo  Not a bit like it.  Well, after luncheon you must go with me
and I'll introduce you to my cousin Mary and syllabubs.

Dun  I never saw Mr. Syllabubs, I am sure.

Flo  Well, now, don't forget.

Dun  I never can forget--when I can recollect.

Flo  Then recollect that you have an appointment with me after luncheon.

Dun  Yeth, yeth.

Flo  Well, what have you after luncheon?

Dun  Well, sometimes I have a glass of brandy with an egg in it,
sometimes a run 'round the duck-pond, sometimes a game of checkers--
that's for exercise, and perhaps a game of billiards.

Flo  No, no; you have with me after luncheon, an ap--an ap--

Dun  An ap-- an ap--

Flo  An ap--an appoint--appointment.

Dun  An ointment, that's the idea.  [Knocks against De Boots
as they go up stage.]

Mrs M  [Aside.]  That artful girl has designs upon Lord Dundreary.
Augusta, dear, go and see how your poor, dear sister is this morning.

Aug  Yes, mamma.  [Exit, L. 1 E.]

Mrs M  She is a great sufferer, my dear.

Dun  Yeth, but a lonely one.

Flo  What sort of a night had she?

Mrs M  Oh, a very refreshing one, thanks to the draught you were
kind enough to prescribe for her, Lord Dundreary.

Flo  What!  Has Lord Dundreary been prescribing for Georgina?

Dun  Yeth.  You see I gave her a draught that cured the effect of the
draught, and that draught was a draft that didn't pay the doctor's bill.
Didn't that draught--

Flo  Good gracious!  what a number of draughts.  You have almost
a game of draughts.

Dun  Ha! ha! ha!

Flo  What's the matter?

Dun  That wath a joke, that wath.

Flo  Where's the joke?  [Dundreary screams and turns to Mrs. M.]

Mrs M  No.

Dun  She don't see it.  Don't you see--a game of drafts--
pieces of wound wood on square pieces of leather.  That's the idea.
Now, I want to put your brains to the test.  I want to ask you a whime.

Flo  A whime, what's that?

Dun  A whime is a widdle, you know.

Flo  A widdle!

Dun  Yeth; one of those things, like--why is so and so or somebody
like somebody else.

Flo  Oh, I see, you mean a conundrum.

Dun  Yeth, a drum, that's the idea.  What is it gives a cold in the head,
cures a cold, pays the doctor's bill and makes the home-guard look for
substitutes?  [Florence repeats it.]  Yeth, do you give it up?

Flo  Yes.

Dun  Well, I'll tell you--a draught.  Now I've got a better one that that:
When is a dog's tail not a dog's tail?  [Florence repeats.
During this Florence, Mrs. M. and Dundreary are down stage.]

Flo  Yes, and willingly.

Dun  When it's a cart.  [They look at him enquiringly.]

Flo  Why, what in earth has a dog's tail to do with a cart?

Dun  When it moves about, you know.  A horse makes a cart move,
so does a dog make his tail move.

Flo  Oh, I see what you mean--when it's a wagon.  [Wags the letter
in her hand.]

Dun  Well, a wagon and a cart are the same thing, ain't they!
That's the idea--it's the same thing.

Flo  They are not the same.  In the case of your conundrum there's
a very great difference.

Dun  Now I've got another.  Why does a dog waggle his tail?

Flo  Upon my word, I never inquired.

Dun  Because the tail can't waggle the dog.  Ha! Ha!

Flo  Ha! ha!  Is that your own, Dundreary?

Dun  Now I've got one, and this one is original.

Flo  No, no, don't spoil the last one.

Dun  Yeth; but this is extremely interesting.

Mrs M  Do you think so, Lord Dundreary?

Dun  Yeth.  Miss Georgina likes me to tell her my jokes.  Bye-the-bye,
talking of that lonely sufferer, isn't she an interesting invalid?
They do say that's what's the matter with me.  I'm an interesting invalid.

Flo  Oh, that accounts for what I have heard so many young ladies say--
Florence, dear, don't you think Lord Dundreary's extremely interesting?
I never knew what they meant before.

Dun  Yeth, the doctor recommends me to drink donkey's milk.

Flo  [Hiding laugh.]  Oh, what a clever man he must be.
He knows we generally thrive best on our native food.  [Goes up.]

Dun  [Looking first at Florence and then at Mrs M.]  I'm so weak,
and that is so strong.  Yes, I'm naturally very weak, and I want
strengthening.  Yes, I guess I'll try it.


Enter Augusta.  Bus. with Dundreary, who finally exits and
brings on Georgina, L. 1 E.


Dun  Look at this lonely sufferer.  [Bringing on Georgina,
seats her on sofa, L.]  There, repothe yourself.

Geo  [Fanning herself]  Thank you, my lord.  Everybody is kind to me,
and I am so delicate.

Aug  [At table.]  Capt. De Boots, do help to unravel these wools for me,
you have such an eye for color.

Flo  An eye for color!  Yes, especially green.

Dun  [Screams.]  Ha! ha! ha!

All  What's the matter?

Dun  Why, that wath a joke, that wath.

Flo  Where was the joke?

Dun  Especially, ha! ha!

Sir E  Florence, dear, I must leave you to represent me to my guests.
These letters will give me a great deal of business to-day.

Flo  Well, papa, remember I am your little clerk and person of all work.

Sir E  No, no; this is private business--money matters, my love,
which women know nothing about.  [Aside.]  Luckily for them,
I expect Mr. Coyle to-day.

Flo  Dear papa, how I wish you would get another agent.

Sir E  Nonsense, Florence, impossible.  He knows my affairs.
His father was agent for the late Baronet.  He's one of the family, almost.

Flo  Papa, I have implicit faith in my own judgement of faces.
Depend upon it, that man is not to be trusted.

Sir E  Florence, you are ridiculous.  I could not get on a week without him.
[Aside.]  Curse him, I wish I could!  Coyle is a most intelligent agent,
and a most faithful servant of the family.


Enter Binny, L. 3 E.


Binny  Mr. Coyle and hagent with papers.

Sir E  Show him into the library.  I will be with him presently.
[Exit Binny.]

Flo  Remember the archery meeting, papa.  It is at three.

Sir E  Yes, yes, I'll remember.  [Aside.]  Pretty time
for such levity when ruin stares me in the face.  Florence,
I leave you as my representative.  [Aside.]  Now to prepare myself
to meet my Shylock.  [Exit, R. 1 E.]

Flo  Why will papa not trust me?  [Vernon comes down, R.]  Oh, Harry!
I wish he would find out what a lot of pluck and common sense
there is in this feather head of mine.

Dun  Miss Florence, will you be kind enough to tell Miss Georgina
all about that American relative of yours.

Flo  Oh, about my American cousin; certainly.  [Aside to Harry.]
Let's have some fun.  Well, he's about 17 feet high!

Dun  Good gracious!  17 feet high!

Flo  They are all 17 feet high in America, ain't they, Mr. Vernon?

Ver  Yes, that's about the average height.

Flo  And they have long black hair that reaches down to their heels;
they have dark copper-colored skin, and they fight with--
What do they fight with, Mr. Vernon?

Ver  Tomahawks and scalping knives.

Flo  Yes; and you'd better take care, Miss Georgina, or he'll
take his tomahawk and scalping knife and scalp you immediately.
[Georgina screams and faints.]

Dun  Here, somebody get something and throw over her; a pail of water;
no, not that, she's pale enough already.  [Fans her with handkerchief.]
Georgina, don't be afraid.  Dundreary's by your side, he will protect you.

Flo  Don't be frightened, Georgina.  He will never harm you while
Dundreary is about.  Why, he could get three scalps here.
[Pulls Dundreary's whiskers.  Georgina screams.]

Dun  Don't scream, I won't lose my whiskers.  I know what I'll do for my
own safety.  I will take this handkerchief and tie the roof of my head on.
[Ties it on.]

Flo  [Pretending to cry.]  Good bye, Dundreary.  I'll never see
you again in all your glory.

Dun  Don't cry, Miss Florence, I'm ready for Mr. Tommy Hawk.

 
Enter Binny.


Binny  If you please, Miss, 'ere's a gent what says he's hexpected.

Flo  What's his name?  Where's his card?

Binny  He didn't tell me his name, Miss, and when I haxed him
for his card 'e said 'e had a whole pack in his valise,
and if I 'ad a mine 'e'd play me a game of seven hup.
He says he has come to stay, and he certainly looks as if
he didn't mean to go.  

Flo  That's him.  Show him in, Mr. Binny.  [Exit Binny, L. 3 E.]
That's my American cousin, I know.

Aug  [Romantically.]  Your American cousin.  Oh, how delightfully
romantic, isn't it, Capt. De Boots?  [Comes down.]  I can imagine
the wild young hunter, with the free step and majestic mien of
the hunter of the forest.

Asa  [Outside, L. 3 E.]  Consarn your picture, didn't I tell you
I was expected?  You are as obstinate as Deacon Stumps' forelock,
that wouldn't lie down and couldn't stand up.  Would't pint forward
and couldn't go backward.


Enter Asa, L. 3 E., carrying a valise.


Asa  Where's the Squire?

Flo  Do you mean Sir Edward Trenchard, sir?

Asa  Yes.

Flo  He is not present, but I am his daughter.

Asa  Well, I guess that'll fit about as well if you tell this
darned old shoat to take me to my room.

Flo  What does he mean by shoat?

Binny  [Taking valise.]  He means me, mum; but what he wants--

Asa  Hurry up, old hoss!

Binny  He calls me a 'oss, Miss, I suppose I shall be a hox next,
or perhaps an 'ogg.

Asa  Wal, darn me if you ain't the consarnedest old shoat I ever did see
since I was baptized Asa Trenchard.

Flo  Ah!  then it is our American cousin.  Glad to see you--
my brother told us to expect you.

Asa  Wal, yes, I guess you do b'long to my family.  I'm Asa Trenchard,
born in Vermont, suckled on the banks of Muddy Creek, about the
tallest gunner, the slickest dancer, and generally the loudest critter
in the state.  You're my cousin, be you?  Wal, I ain't got no objections
to kiss you, as one cousin ought to kiss another.

Ver  Sir, how dare you?

Asa  Are you one of the family?  Cause if you ain't, you've got
no right to interfere, and if you be, you needn't be alarmed,
I ain't going to kiss you.  Here's your young man's letter.
[Gives letter and attempts to kiss her.]

Flo  In the old country, Mr. Trenchard, cousins content themselves
with hands, but our hearts are with them.  You are welcome,
there is mine.  [Gives her hand, which he shakes heartily.]

Asa  That'll do about as well.  I won't kiss you if you don't want me to;
but if you did, I wouldn't stop on account of that sailor man.
[Business of Vernon threatening Asa.]  Oh! now you needn't get your back up.
What an all-fired chap you are.  Now if you'll have me shown to my room,
I should like to fix up a bit and put on a clean buzzom.  [All start.]
Why, what on earth is the matter with you all?  I only spoke because
you're so all-fired go-to-meeting like.

Flo  Show Mr. Trenchard to the red room, Mr. Binny, that is if you
are done with it, Mr. Dundreary.

Dun  Yeth, Miss Florence.  The room and I have got through with
each other, yeth.


[Asa and Dundreary see each other for the first time.  Business of
recognition, ad. lib.]


Asa  Concentrated essence of baboons, what on earth is that?

Dun  He's mad.  Yes, Miss Florence, I've done with that room.
The rooks crowed so that they racked my brain.

Asa  You don't mean to say that you've got any brains.

Dun  No, sir, such a thing never entered my head.  The wed indians
want to scalp me.  [Holding hands to his head.]

Flo  The red room, then, Mr. Binny.

Asa  [To Binny.]  Hold on!  [Examines him.]  Wal, darn me,
but you keep your help in all-fired good order here.  [Feels of him.]
This old shoat is fat enough to kill.  [Hits Binny in stomach.
Binny runs off, L. 2 E.]  Mind how you go up stairs, old hoss,
or you'll bust your biler.  [Exit, L. 3 E.]

Dun  Now he thinks Binny's an engine and has got a boiler.

Flo  Oh, what fun!

Mrs M  Old Mark Trenchard died very rich, did he not, Florence?

Flo  Very rich, I believe.

Aug  He's not at all romantic, is he, mamma?

Mrs M  [Aside to her]  My dear, I have no doubt he has solid good
qualities, and I don't want you to laugh at him like Florence Trenchard.

Aug  No, mamma, I won't.

Flo  But what are we to do with him?

Dun  Ha! Ha! ha!

All  What is the matter?

Dun  I've got an idea.

Flo  Oh! let's hear Dundreary's idea.

Dun  It's so seldom I get an idea that when I do get one it startles me.
Let us get a pickle bottle.

Flo  Pickle bottle!  [All come down.]

Dun  Yeth; one of those things with glass sides.


Enter Asa, L. 2 E.


Flo  Oh!  you mean a glass case.

Dun  Yeth, a glass case, that's the idea, and let us put this
Mr. Thomas Hawk in it, and have him on exhibition.  That's the idea.

Asa  [Down L. of Florence, overhearing.]  Oh!  that's your idea, is it?
Wal, stranger, I don't know what they're going to do with me,
but wherever they do put me, I hope it will be out of the reach of a jackass.
I'm a real hoss, I am, and I get kinder riley with those critters.

Dun  Now he thinks he's a horse.  I've heard of a great jackass,
and I dreampt of a jackass, but I don't believe there is any such insect.

Flo  Well, cousin, I hope you made yourself comfortable.

Asa  Well, no, I can't say as I did.  You see there was so many
all-fired fixins in my room I couldn't find anything I wanted.

Flo  What was it you couldn't find in your room?

Asa  There as no soft soap.

De B  Soft soap!

Aug  Soft soap!

Ver  Soft soap!

Mrs M  Soft soap!

Flo  Soft soap!

Geo  [On sofa.]  Soft soap!

Dun  Thoft thoap?

Asa  Yes, soft soap.  I reckon you know what that is.  However,
I struck a pump in the kitchen, slicked my hair down a little,
gave my boots a lick of grease, and now I feel quite handsome;
but I'm everlastingly dry.

Flo  You'll find ale, wine and luncheon on the side-table.

Asa  Wal, I don't know as I've got any appetite.  You see comin'
along on the cars I worried down half a dozen ham sandwiches,
eight or ten boiled eggs, two or three pumpkin pies and a string of
cold sausages--and--Wal, I guess I can hold on till dinner-time.

Dun  Did that illustrious exile eat all that?  I wonder where he put it?

Asa  I'm as dry as a sap-tree in August.

Binny  [Throwing open, E. D.]  Luncheon!

Asa  [Goes hastily up to table.]  Wal, I don't want to speak out
too plain, but this is an awful mean set out for a big house like this.

Flo  Why, what's wrong, sir?

Asa  Why, there's no mush!

Asa  Nary slapjack.

Dun  Why, does he want Mary to slap Jack?

Asa  No pork and beans!

Dun  Pork's been here, but he's left.

Asa  And where on airth's the clam chowder?

Dun  Where _is_ clam chowder?  He's never here when he's wanted.

Asa  [Drinks and spits.]  Here's your health, old hoss.
Do you call that a drink?  See here, cousin, you seem to be the
liveliest critter here, so just hurry up the fixins, and I'll
show this benighted aristocratic society what real liquor is.
So hurry up the fixins.

All  Fixins?

Flo  What do you mean by fixins?

Asa  Why, brandy, rum, gin and whiskey.  We'll make them all useful.

Flo  Oh, I'll hurry up the fixins.  What fun!  [Exit, R.]

Dun  Oh!  I thought he meant the gas fixins.

Asa  Say, you, you Mr. Puffy, you run out and get me a bunch of mint
and a bundle of straws; hurry up, old hoss. [Exit Binny, L. 3 E.,
indignantly.]  Say, Mr. Sailor man, just help me down with this table.
Oh! don't you get riley, you and I ran against each other when I came in,
but we'll be friends yet.  [Vernon helps him with table to C.]


Enter Florence, followed by servants in livery;  they carry a
case of decanters and water, on which are seven or eight glasses,
two or three tin mixers and a bowl of sugar.  Binny enters with a
bunch of mint and a few straws.


Flo  Here, cousin, are the fixins.

Asa  That's yer sort.  Now then, I'll give you all a drink that'll
make you squeal.  [To Binny]  Here, Puffy, just shake that up, faster.
I'll give that sick gal a drink that'll make her squirm like an
eel on a mud bank.

Dun  [Screams.]  What a horrible idea.  [Runs about stage.]

Flo  Oh, don't mind him!  That's only an American joke.

Dun  A joke!  Do you call that a joke?  To make a sick girl squirm like a
mud bank on an eel's skin?

Asa  Yes, I'll give you a drink that'll make your whiskers return under
your chin, which is their natural location.  Now, ladies and gentlemen,
what'll you have, Whiskey Skin, Brandy Smash, Sherry Cobbler, Mint Julep
or Jersey Lightning?

Aug  Oh, I want a Mint Julep.

De B  Give me a Gin Cocktail.

Flo  I'll take a Sherry Cobbler.

Ver  Brandy Smash for me.

Mrs M  Give me a Whiskey Skin.

Geo  I'll take a Lemonade.

Dun  Give me a Jersey Lightning.

Asa  Give him a Jersey Lightning.  [As Dundreary drinks]  Warranted
to kill at forty rods.  [Dundreary falls back on Mrs. M. and Georgina.]


Closed In.



Scene 2--Library in Trenchard Manor.  Oriel Window, L. C., with curtains.
Two chairs and table brought on at change.


Enter Binny and Coyle, L. 1 E.


Binny  Sir Hedward will see you directly, Mr. Coyle.

Coyle  Very well.  House full of company, I see, Mr. Binny.

Binny  Cram full, Mr. Coyle.  As one of the first families
in the country we must keep up our position.

Coyle  [Rubbing his hands.]  Certainly, certainly, that is
as long as we can, Mr. Binny.  Tell Murcott, my clerk,
to bring my papers in here.  You'll find him in the servant's hall,
and see that you keep your strong ale out of his way.
People who serve me must have their senses about them.

Binny  [Aside.]  I should say so, or 'e'd 'ave hevery tooth hout
in their 'eds, the wiper.  [Exit, L. 1 E.]

Coyle  And now to show this pompous baronet the precipice on which he stands.


Enter Murcott, with green bag and papers.


Coyle  Are you sober, sirrah?

Murcott  Yes, Mr. Coyle.

Coyle  Then see you keep so.

Mur  I'll do my best, sir.  But, oh! do tell them to keep liquor
out of my way.  I can't keep from it now, try as I will,
and I try hard enough, God help me!

Coyle  Pshaw!  Get out those mortgages and the letters from my London agent.
[Murcott takes papers from bag and places then on table.
Coyle looks off, R. 1 E.]  So; here comes Sir Edward.
Go, but be within call.  I may want you to witness a signature.

Mur  I will sir.  [Aside.]  I must have brandy, or my hand
will not be steady enough to write.  [Exit, L. 1 E.]


Enter Sir Edward, R. 1 E.  Coyle bows.


Sir E  Good morning, Coyle, good morning.  [With affected ease.]
There is a chair, Coyle.  [They sit.]  So you see those
infernal tradespeople are pretty troublesome.

Coyle  My agent's letter this morning announces that Walter and Brass
have got judgement and execution on their amount for repairing
your town house last season.  [Refers to papers.]  Boquet and Barker
announce their intention of taking this same course with the wine account.
Handmarth is preparing for a settlement of his heavy demand for the stables.
Then there is Temper for pictures and other things and Miss Florence
Trenchard's account with Madame Pompon, and--

Sir E  Confound it, why harass me with details, these infernal particulars?
Have you made out the total?

Coyle  Four thousand, eight hundred and thirty pounds, nine shillings
and sixpence.

Sir E  Well, of course we must find means of settling this extortion.

Coyle  Yes, Sir Edward, if possible.

Sir E  If possible?

Coyle  I, as your agent, must stoop to detail, you must allow me to repeat,
if possible.


Sir E  Why, you don't say there will be any difficulty in raising the money?

Coyle  What means would you suggest, Sir Edward.

Sir E  That, sir, is your business.

Coyle  A foretaste in the interest on the Fanhille & Ellenthrope mortgages,
you are aware both are in the arrears, the mortgagees in fact,
write here to announce their intentions to foreclose.  [Shows papers.]

Sir E  Curse your impudence, pay them off.

Coyle  How, Sir Edward?

Sir E  Confound it, sir, which of us is the agent?  Am I to find
you brains for your own business?

Coyle  No, Sir Edward, I can furnish the brains, but what I ask of you
is to furnish the money.

Sir E  There must be money somewhere, I came into possession of
one of the finest properties in Hampshire only twenty-six years ago,
and now you mean to tell me I cannot raise 4,000 pounds?

Coyle  The fact is distressing, Sir Edward, but so it is.

Sir E  There's the Ravensdale property unencumbered.

Coyle  There, Sir Edward, you are under a mistake.  The Ravensdale
property is deeply encumbered, to nearly its full value.

Sir E  [Springing up.]  Good heavens.

Coyle  I have found among my father's papers a mortgage of that
very property to him.

Sir E  To your father!  My father's agent?

Coyle  Yes, bearing date the year after the great contested election
for the county, on which the late Sir Edward patriotically spent
sixty thousand pounds for the honor of not being returned to Parliament.

Sir E  A mortgage on the Ravensdale estate.  But it must have been
paid off, Mr. Coyle, [anxiously,] have you looked for the release
or the receipt?

Coyle  Neither exists.  My father's sudden death explains sufficiently.
I was left in ignorance of the transaction, but the seals on the deed
and the stamps are intact, here it is, sir.  [Shows it.]

Sir E  Sir, do you know that if this be true I am something like a beggar,
and your father something like a thief.

Coyle  I see the first plainly, Sir Edward, but not the second.

Sir E  Do you forget sir, that your father was a charity boy, fed,
clothed by my father?

Coyle  Well, Sir Edward?

Sir E  And do you mean to tell me, sir, that your father repaid
that kindness by robbing his benefactor?

Coyle  Certainly not, but by advancing money to that benefactor
when he wanted it, and by taking the security of one of his benefactor's
estates, as any prudent man would under the circumstances.

Sir E  Why, then, sir, the benefactor's property is yours.
Coyle  Pardon me, the legal estate you have your equity of redemption.
You have only to pay the money and the estate is yours as before.

Sir E  How dare you, sir, when you have just shown me that I cannot
raise five hundred pounds in the world.  Oh! Florence,
why did I not listen to you when you warned me against this man?

Coyle  [Aside.]  Oh! she warned you, did she?  [Aloud.]
I see one means, at least, of keeping the Ravensdale estate in the family.

Sir E  What is it?

Coyle  By marrying your daughter to the mortgagee.

Sir E  To you?

Coyle  I am prepared to settle the estate on Miss Trenchard the day
she becomes Mrs. Richard Coyle.

Sir E  [Springing up.]  You insolent scoundrel, how dare you insult me
in my own house, sir.  Leave it, sir, or I will have you kicked out
by my servants.

Coyle  I never take an angry man at his word, Sir Edward. Give a
few moments reflection to my offer, you can have me kicked out afterwards.

Sir E [ Pacing stage.]  A beggar, Sir Edward Trenchard a beggar,
see my children reduced to labor for their bread, to misery perhaps;
but the alternative, Florence detests him, still the match would save her,
at least, from ruin.  He might take the family name, I might retrench,
retire, to the continent for a few years.  Florence's health might
serve as a pretence.  Repugnant as the alternative is, yet it deserves
consideration.

Coyle  [Who has watched.]  Now, Sir Edward, shall I ring for the servants
to kick me out?

Sir E  Nay Mr. Coyle, you must pardon my outburst, you know I am hasty,
and----

Flo  [Without.]  Papa, dear!  [Enters gaily, starts on seeing Coyle.]
Papa, pardon my breaking in on business, but our American cousin has come,
such an original--and we are only waiting for you to escort us to the field.

Sir E  I will come directly, my love.  Mr. Coyle, my dear,
you did not see him.

Flo  [Disdainfully.]  Oh! yes, I saw him, papa.

Sir E  Nay, Florence, your hand to Mr. Coyle.  [Aside.]  I insist.

Flo  Papa.  [Frightened at his look, gives her hand.  Coyle attempts
to kiss it, she snatches it away and crosses to L.]

Sir E  [Crosses to L.]  Come, Florence.  Mr. Coyle, we will join you
in the park.  Come, my love, take my arm.  [Hurries her off, L. 1 E.]

Coyle  Shallow, selfish fool.  She warned you of me did she?
And you did not heed her; you shall both pay dearly.  She,
for her suspicions, and you that you did not share them.
[Walks up and down.]  How lucky the seals were not cut from that mortgage,
when the release was given.  'Tis like the silly security of the Trenchard's.
This mortgage makes Ravensdale mine, while the release that restores it
to its owner lies in the recess of the bureau, whose secret
my father revealed to me on his death bed.  [Enter Murcott, L. 1 E.]
Write to the mortgagee of the Fanhill and Ellenthrope estates,
to foreclose before the week is out, and tell Walters and Brass
to put in execution to-day.  We'll prick this wind-bag of a Baronet.
Abel, we have both a bone to pick with him and his daughter.
[Murcott starts.]  Why, what's the matter?

Mur  Nothing, the dizziness I've had lately.

Coyle  Brandy in the evening, brandy in the morning, brandy all night.
What a fool you are, Murcott.

Mur  Who knows that as well as I do?

Coyle  If you would but keep the money out of your mouth,
there's the making of a man in you yet.

Mur  No, no, it's gone too far, it's gone too far, thanks to the man
who owns this house, you know all about it.  How he found me a thriving,
sober lad, flogging the village children through their spelling book.
How he took a fancy to me as he called it, and employed me here to
teach his son and Miss Florence.  [His voice falters.]
Then remember how I forgot who and what I was, and was cuffed out
of the house like a dog.  How I lost my school, my good name,
but still hung about the place, they all looked askance at me,
you don't know how that kills the heart of a man, then I took to drink
and sank down, down, till I came to this.

Coyle  You owe Sir Edward revenge, do you not?  You shall have
a rare revenge on him, that mortgage you found last week puts
the remainder of the property in my reach, and I close my hand on it
unless he will consent to my terms.

Mur  You can drive a hard bargain.  I know.

Coyle  And a rare price I ask for his forbearance, Abel--his daughter's hand.

Mur  Florence?

Coyle  Yes, Florence marries Richard Coyle.  Richard Coyle steps into
Sir Edward's estates.  There, you dog, will not that be a rare revenge.
So follow me with those papers.  [Crosses to L.]  And now to lay
the mine that will topple over the pride of the Trenchards.  [Exit L. 1 E.]

Mur  He marry Florence!  Florence Trenchard!  My Florence.  Mine!
Florence _his wife_.  No, no, better a thousand times she had been mine,
low as I am, when I dreampt that dream, but it shan't be, it shan't be.
[Tremblingly putting papers in bag.]  If I can help her, sot though I am.
Yes, I can help her, if the shock don't break me down.  Oh!
my poor muddled brain, surely there was a release with it when I found it.
I must see Florence to warn her and expose Coyle's villainy.  Oh!
how my poor head throbs when I try to.  I shall die if I don't have
a drop of brandy, yes brandy.  [Exit, L. 1 E.]



Scene 3--Chamber in 3. at Trenchard Manor.  Large shower bath near R. 3 E.
Toilet table with draw, L. 2 E.  Small bottle in draw with
red sealing wax on cork.  Asa discovered seated, R. with foot on table,
smoking a cigar.  Valise on floor in front of him.  Binny discovered
standing by his side.


Asa  Wal, I guess I begin to feel kinder comfortable here in this place,
if it wan't for this tarnal fat critter.  He don't seem to have
any work to do, but swells out his big bosom like an old turkey-cock
in laying time.  I do wonder what he's here for?  Do they think I
mean to absquatulate with the spoons?  [Binny attempts to take valise--
Asa puts his foot on it.]  Let that sweat.  That's my plunder.

Binny  Will you have the kindness to give me your keys, hif you please, sir?

Asa  What do you want with my keys?

Bin  To put your things away in the wardrobe, sir.

Asa  Wal, I calculate if my two shirts, three bosoms, four collars,
and two pair of socks were to get into that everlasting big bunk,
they'd think themselves so all-fired small I should never be able
to crawl into them again.

Bin  Will you take a baath before you dress?

Asa  Take a baath?

Bin  A baath.

Asa  I suppose you mean a bath.  Wal, man, I calkalate I ain't going to
expose myself to the shakes by getting into cold water in this cruel
cold climate of yours, so make tracks.

Bin  Make what?

Asa  Vamose!

Bin  Make vamose!

Asa  Absquatulate.

Bin  Ab-- what sir?

Asa  Skedaddle.

Bin  Skedaddle?

Asa  Oh! get out.

Bin  Oh!  [Going.]  If you are going to dress you'll want some hassistance.

Asa  Assistance!  what to get out of my unmentionables and into them again?
Wal, 'spose I do, what then?

Bin  Just ring the bell, hi'll hattend you.

Asa  All right, come along.  [Binny going.]  Hold on, say,
I may want to yawn presently and I shall want somebody to shut my mouth.
[Binny hurries off, L. 1 E.]  Wal, now I am alone, I can look
about me and indulge the enquiring spirit of an American citizen.
What an everlasting lot of things and fixins there is to be sure.
[Opens table draw.]  Here's a place will hold my plunder beautifully.
[Sees bottle.]  Hallo, what's this?  [Comes down.]  Something good to drink.
[Smells bottle.]  It smells awful bad.  [Reads label.]  Golden Fluid,
one application turns the hair a beautiful brown, several applications
will turn the hair a lustrous black.  Well, if they keep on it may
turn a pea green.  I reckon this has been left here by some fellow
who is ashamed of the natural color of his top knot.  [Knock.]  Come in.


Enter Binny, L. 1 E.


Bin  Mr. Buddicombe, sir, my lord's hown man.

Asa  Roll him in.  [Binny beckons, enter Buddicombe.]
Turkey cock number two, what is it?

Bud  My Lord Dundreary's compliments and _have_ you seen
a small _bottle_ in the toilet table drawer?

Asa  Suppose I had, what then?

Bud  My lord wants it particly.

Asa  Was it a small bottle?

Bud  A small bottle.

Bin  Bottle small.

Asa  Blue label?

Bin  Label blue.

Asa  Red sealing wax on the top?

Bud  Red sealing wax.

Bin  Wax red.

Asa  Nice little bottle?

Bin  Little bottle nice.

Asa  Wal, I ain't seen it.  [Aside.]  If my lord sets a valley on it,
guess it must be worth something.

Bud  Sorry to trouble you, sir.

Bin  [ Aside to Bud.]  What his hit?

Bud  My lord's hair dye, the last bottle, and he turns red tomorrow.
[Exit in haste.]

Bin  Orrable, what an hawful situation, to be sure.

Asa  [Aside.]  So I've got my ring on that lord's nose,
and if I don't make him dance to my tune it's a pity.

Bin  Miss Florence begged me to say she had borrowed a costume for you,
for the harchery meeting, sir.

Asa  Hain't you dropped something?

Bin  Where?

Asa  What do you mean by the harchery meeting?

Bin  Where they shoot with bows and harrows.

Asa  There goes another of them, oh! you need'nt look for them,
you can't find 'em when you want 'em.  Now you just take my compliments
to Miss Trenchard when I goes out shooting with injurious weapons
I always wears my own genuine shooting costume.  That's the natural buff
tipped off with a little red paint.

Bin  Good gracious, he'd look like Hadam and Heve, in the garden of Eden.
[Exit Binny.]

Asa  Wal, there's a queer lot of fixings.  [Sees shower bath.]
What on airth is that?  Looks like a 'skeeter net, only it 'ain't
long enough for a feller to lay down in unless he was to coil
himself up like a woodchuck in a knot hole.  I'd just like to know
what the all-fired thing is meant for.  [Calls.]  Say Puffy, Puffy,
Oh! he told me if I wanted him to ring the bell.  [Looks round room.]
Where on airth is the bell?  [Slips partly inside shower bath, pulls rope,
water comes down.]  Murder!  help!  fire!  Water!  I'm drown.


Enter Skillet, Sharpe, R. 1 E.  Binny, Buddicombe, L. 1 E.,
seeing Asa, all laugh, and keep it up till curtain falls.

CURTAIN.





ACT  II




Scene 1.--Oriel Chamber in one.


Enter Mrs. Mountchessington and Augusta, L. 1 E., dressed for
Archery Meeting.


Mrs M  No, my dear Augusta, you must be very careful.
I don't by any means want you to give up De Boots, his expectations
are excellent, but, pray be attentive to this American savage,
as I rather think he will prove the better match of the two,
if what I hear of Mark Trenchard's property be correct.

Aug  [Disdainfully.]  Yes, ma.

Mrs M  And look more cheerful, my love.

Aug  I am so tired, ma, of admiring things I hate.

Mrs. M  Yes, my poor love, yet we must all make sacrifices to society.
Look at your poor sister, with the appetite.

Aug  What am I to be enthusiastic about with that American, Ma?

Mrs M  Oh! I hardly know yet, my dear.  We must study him.
I think if you read up Sam Slick a little, it might be useful,
and just dip into Bancroft's History of the United States,
or some of Russell's Letters; you should know something of
George Washington, of whom the Americans are justly proud.

Aug  Here he comes, ma.  What a ridiculous figure he looks
in that dress, ha! ha!

Mrs M  Hush, my dear!


Enter Asa, in Archery Dress.


Aug  Oh, Mr. Trenchard, why did you not bring me one of those
lovely Indian's dresses of your boundless prairie?

Mrs M  Yes, one of those dresses in which you hunt the buffalo.

Aug  [Extravagantly.]  Yes, in which you hunt the buffalo.

Asa  [Imitating.]  In which I hunt the buffalo.  [Aside.]
Buffaloes down in Vermont.  [Aloud.]  Wal, you see, them dresses
are principally the nateral skin, tipped off with paint,
and the indians object to parting with them.

Both  Ahem!  ahem!

Asa  The first buffalo I see about here I shall hunt up for you.

Mrs M  Oh, you Americans are so clever, and so acute.

Aug  Yes, so 'cute.

Asa  Yes, we're 'cute, we are; know soft solder when we see it. 

Aug  [Aside.]  Ma, I do believe he's laughing at us.

Mrs M  Oh, no, my dear, you are mistaken.  Oh! I perceive they are
appearing for the archery practice.  I suppose we shall see you on
the ground, Mr. Trenchard.

Asa  Yes, I'll be there like a thousand of brick.

Aug  A thousand of brick!

Mrs M  Hush, my dear! that is doubtless some elegant American expression.
Au revoir, Mr. Trenchard.

Asa  Which?

Mrs M  Au revoir.  [Exit with Augusta, R.]

Asa  No, thank you, don't take any before dinner.  No use their
talking Dutch to me.  Wal, I never see an old gal stand fire like that,
she's a real old bison bull.  I feel all-fired tuckered out riding
in those keers.  I'd like to have a snooze if I could find a place
to lay down in.  [Sees curtain on window, L. E.]  Oh, this might do!
[Pulls curtain, then starts back.]  No you don't!  One shower
bath a day is enough for me.  [Cautiously opens them.]  No,
I guess this is all right, I shall be just as snug in here as in
a pew at meeting, or a private box at the Theatre.  Hello!
somebody's coming.  [Goes into recess.]


Enter Dundreary and Buddicombe, L. 1 E.


Bud  My lord--

Dun  [Business.]

Bud  My lord!

Dun  [Business.]

Bud  Your lordship!!  [Louder.]

Dun  There, now you've spoiled it.

Bud  Spoiled what, my lord?

Dun  Spoiled what, my lord; why, a most magnificent sneeze!

Bud  I am very sorry, my lord.

Dun  Now that I can speak alone with you, tell me about that hair dye.
Have you found it?

Bud  Not a trace of it, my lord.

Dun  If you don't find it, I'll discharge you.

Bud  Very well, my lord.  [Bows and exits, L. 1 E.]

Dun  Very well, my lord!  He's gone and lost my hair dye,
and my hair turns red to-morrow, and when I ask him to find it
for me or I'll discharge him, he says, ``Very well, my lord.''
He's positively idiotic, he is--  Ah! here comes Miss Georgina,
that gorgeous creature--that lovely sufferer.  [Exit, L. 1 E.]

Asa  [Looking out.]  What's the price of hair dye?  Hallo!
he's coming again with that sick girl.


Re-enter Dundreary and Georgina, L. 1 E.


Dun  Will you try and strengthen your limbs with a gentle walk in the garden?

Georgina  No, thank you, my lord.  I'm so delicate.  Oh, my lord,
it is so painful to walk languidly through life, to be unable,
at times, to bear the perfumes of one's favorite flowers.
Even those violets you sent me yesterday I was compelled to
have removed from my room, the perfume was too strong for me.
I'm _so_ delicate.

Dun  Yes, Miss Georgina; but they're very strengthening flowers, you know.

Geo  Yes, my lord, you are always right.

Dun  Do you know I'm getting to be very robust?

Geo  Would I could share that fault with you; but I am so delicate.  

Dun  If you were robust I should not love you as I do.
It would deprive you of that charm which enchains me to your lovely side,
which--which--

Geo  Oh, my lord, my lord!  I'm going to faint.

Dun  And I'm going to sneeze, you faint while I sneeze.

Geo  [Taking his arm.]  Oh!  my lord.

Dun  Do you know what a sneeze is?

Geo  No, my lord.

Dun  She never sneezed.  I'll tell you what a sneeze is.
Imagine a very large spider.

Geo  [Screams.]  Where, my lord?

Dun  No, no, I don't mean a real spider, only an imaginary one,
a large spider getting up your nose, and all of a sudden,
much to his disgust, he discovers he has put his foot in it
and can't get it out again.

Geo  That must be very distressing.

Dun  For the spider, yes, and not very pleasant for the nose.

Geo  Oh!  my lord, do take me to mamma.

Dun  No, you lovely sufferer, let's walk a little more.

Geo  I can't my lord, I'm _so_ delicate.

Dun  Well, then, exercise, imitate that little hop of mine.  [Hops.]
It isn't a run, it's a--

Geo  What is it?

Dun  No, it isn't a what is it.  Well, let me suppose I get you an oyster.
[Georgina shakes her head.]  Oh! then suppose I get you an oyster.

Geo  No, my lord, I'm too delicate.

Dun  How would you like the left wing of a canary bird?

Geo  No, my lord, it's too strong for me.

Dun  Let me ask you a widdle--why does a duck go under water?
for divers reasons.  Now I'll give you another--why does a duck
come out of the water? for sundry reasons.  No! No! see,
you live on suction, you're like that bird with a long bill,
they call doctor, no, that's not it, I thought it was a doctor,
because it has a long bill--I mean a snipe--yes, you're a lovely snipe.
[Exeunt, R.]

Asa  [Looking after them.]  There goes a load of wooden nutmegs.
Hello, here comes somebody else.


Enter Florence, R., with paper.


Flo.  [Reads.]  ``One who still remembers what he ought long since
to have forgotten, wishes to speak with Miss Trenchard.''
Florence scratched out, ``on matters of life and death, near the orel,
in the west gallery,''  Written upon a dirty sheet of paper,
in a hardly legible hand.  What does this mean; it opens like one of
Mrs. Radcliffe's romances.  Well, here I am, and now for my correspondent.


Enter Murcott, L.


Mur  Oh! for one minute's clear head, Miss Florence.

Flo  I presume you are the writer of this?

Mur  Yes, I am.

Flo  You address me as an old acquaintance, but I do not recognize you.

Mur  So much the better.  So much the better.

Flo  I hate mystery, sir; but you see I have come to rendezvous.
I must know to whom I am speaking.

Mur  As frank as ever.  I am Abel Murcott.

Flo  Starting back!  You?

Mur  Do not be ashamed, I have not the strength to injure you,
if I had the evil.  In this shabby, broken down drunkard you
need not fear the madman, who years ago forgot in his frantic passion
the gulf that lay between your station and his own.  I am harmless
except to my self.

Flo  Speak on, sir; I hear you.

Mur  I need not tell you by what steps I came to this, you don't know,
maybe you never knew, what a maddening thing a passion is when it
turns against itself.  After being expelled from my tutorship in this house,
I lost my employment, self respect, hope.  I sought to drown recollection
and draw courage from drink.  It only embittered remembrances,
and destroyed the little courage I had left.  That I have bread to eat,
I owe to Mr. Coyle; he employed me as his clerk.  You know he has been
with your father this morning.  I have come to tell you my errand;
are you as brave as you used to be when I knew--

Flo  I fear nothing.

Mur  I come to tell you of your father's ruin, his utter ruin.

Flo  My father's ruin?  What?  What?

Mur  His estates are mortgaged, his creditors clamorous.  The Bailiffs
will be in Trenchard Manor to-day, disguised as your own servants.
This much Mr. Coyle has conceded to your father's respect for appearances.

Flo  Then beggary stares him in the face.  Poor father,
what a sad blow for him.  Is that all, sir?

Mur  No; the worst remains.

Flo  Go on, sir.

Mur  Coyle knows your father's weakness and as a means of
escape from ruin to the verge of which he has brought him,
he has this day proposed for your hand.

Flo  Mine!

Mur  On consideration of settling on you the Ravensdale Estate.

Flo  And my father, how did he listen to such insolence?

Mur  You know as well as I do how he would hear such a proposal,
at first a torrent of rage, then the strong ebb of selfishness set in,
and he consented to listen to the terms, to view them as something
to be considered, to consider them.

Flo  Good Heavens, can this be true?  No, I will not believe it of my father, 
and from such lips.

Mur  You have full right to think this and to say it, but mark your
father and Coyle to-day.  You will then see if I speak truth or not.

Flo  Forgive my distrust, Mr. Murcott.

Mur  I am past taking offence or feeling scorn, I have carried more
than can be heaped upon me, but I did not come only to give you
warning of your danger.

Flo  Can you avert it?

Asa  (Coming down between them).  Wal, stranger that's just the question
I was going to ask.

Flo  You here, sir, and listening.

Asa  Wal, it wasn't purpose, I went in there to take a snooze,
I heard you talking and I thought it wouldn't be polite of me
not to listen to what you had to say.  I'm a rough sort of a customer, and
don't know much about the ways of great folks.  But I've got a cool head,
a stout arm, and a willing heart, and I think I can help you,
just as one cousin ought to help another.

Flo  Well, I do think you are honest.

Mur  Shall I go on?

Flo  Yes, we will trust him, go on.

Mur  I found the Ravensdale mortgage while rumaging in an old deed box
of Coyle's father's, there was a folded paper inside the deed.
I took both to Coyle unopened, like a besotted fool that I was.
My belief is strong that the paper was the release of the mortgage
that the money had been paid off, and the release executed
without the seals having been cut from the original mortgage.
I have known such things happen.

Asa  Have ye, now?  Well, if a Yankee lawyer had done such a thing
he would have Judge Lynch after him in no time.  

Mur  You can but find that release, we may unmask this diabolical fiend
and save you.

Flo  But, surely, a villain of Coyle's stability would have destroyed
the paper, the very key-stone of his fraud.

Mur  I fear so.

Asa  Do you, now, wal, you're wrong, you're both wrong.
I guess you ain't either on you done much cyphering human nature.
The key stone of their fraud is just the point your
mighty cute rascals always leave unsecured.  Come along with me,
stranger, and we'll just work up this sum a little, two heads are
better than one.  Yours is a little muddled, but mine's pretty clear,
and if I don't circumvent that old sarpint, Coyle--

Flo  Well?

Asa  Say I am a skunk, that's all, and that's the meanest kind of an animal. 
[Exit L. 1st E.]

Flo  I owe you much, Mr. Murcott, more than I can ever repay.

Mur  No, no, no, if you did but know the hope of seeing you
has roused all the manhood that drink and misery has left me.
God bless you, Miss Florence.

Flo  No, you don't call me Florence as you did when I was
the truant pupil and you the indulgent tutor.  [Offers her hand.]

Mur  No, no; for heaven's sake do not call back that time
or I shall go mad! mad! mad.  [Rushes off, L. 1 E., followed by Florence.]



Scene 2--Park in 4.  Rural cottage, L. 1 E., adjoining which,
and projecting on stage an inside view of a dairy with sloping roof,
painting backing to look like milk pans.  The whole scene should
have a picturesque appearance.  Garden fence run across back,
ornamental gate or archway, R. 3 E.  Pigeon house on pole near dairy,
L. C.  Spinning wheel inside cottage door, one or two rustic benches,
R. and L.


Enter John, R. 3 E., with two milk pails on a yoke, puts them down
near dairy, then looks off, R. 3 E.


John  There they go, that's a bull's eye, I warrant.  Dang me though,
if I wouldn't rather see Miss Mary than this cock robin sports yonder,
here she comes.  Good morning, Miss Mary.  [Enter Mary from cottage L.]

Mary  Oh, Wickens, you are there.  How kind of you to help me
with the milk pails to-day, when all the lads and lasses have
given themselves a holiday to see the shooting.

John  Ah, Miss Mary, you ought to be among then, with a green hat
and feather, if all had their rights.

Mary  [Laughing.]  Nay, ladies without a farthing in the world,
ought to put aside their ladyships and make themselves:
besides I'm proud of my dairy here, just help me with this troublesome
fellow, steady, don't shake it, the cream is foaming so beautifully.
There.  [John carries pan into cottage and returns down, R.]

John  Now, Miss Mary, what can I do for you?

Mary  Let me see; well, really, I do believe, Wickens,
I've nothing to do but amuse myself.

John  Dang it, Miss, that's a pity, cos I can't help you at that, you see.

Mary  Oh!  Yes, bring me out dear old Welsh nurse's spinning wheel
[Exit John into cottage, L. 2 E.]  by the side of which I have stood
so often, a round eyed baby wondering at its whirring wheel.
[Reenter John with wheel, places it near cottage, L. 2 E.]  There,
that will do famously.  I can catch the full scent of the jessamines.

John  [R. C.]  Anything more, Miss Mary?

Mary  No, thank you, Wickens!

John  [Going.]  Good morning, Miss Mary.

Mary  Good morning, Wickens.

John  [Returning.]  Is there anything I can get for you, Miss Mary?

Mary  [Spinning.]  Nothing, thank you.

John  Dang me if I wouldn't like to stop all day, and watch
her pretty figure and run errands for her.  [Exit R. 3 E.,
crosses behind fence.]

Mary  Poor Wickens is not the only one who thinks I am a very ill-used
young body.  Now I don't think so.  Grandfather was rich, but he
must have had a bad heart, or he never could have cast off poor mamma;
had he adopted me, I should never have been so happy as I am now,
uncle is kind to me in his pompous, patronizing way, and dear Florence
loves me like a sister, and so I am happy.  I am my own mistress here,
and not anybody's humble servant, I sometimes find myself singing as the
birds do, because I can't help it  [Song, ``Maid with the milking pail,''
can be introduced here.]


Enter Florence and Asa through gate, R. 3 E.


Flo  Come along, cousin, come along.  I want to introduce you
to my little cousin.  [Kisses Mary.]  I've brought you a visitor,
Miss Mary Meredith, Mr. Asa Trenchard, our American cousin.
[They shake hands.]  That will do for the present.  This young gentleman
has carried off the prize by three successive shots in the bull's eye.

Mary  I congratulate you, sir, and am happy to see you.

Asa  [Shakes hands again.]  Thank you, Miss.

Flo  That will do for a beginning.

Asa  [ Aside.]  And so that is Mark Trenchard's grandchild.

Mary  Why have you left the archery, Florence?

Flo  Because, after Mr. Asa's display, I felt in no humor for shooting,
and I have some very grave business with my cousin here.

Mary  You?  Grave business?  Why I thought you never had any graver business
than being very pretty, very amiable, and very ready to be amused.

Asa  Wal, Miss, I guess the first comes natural round these diggins.  [Bows.]

Mary  You are very polite.  This is my domain, sir, and I shall be
happy to show you, that is, if you understand anything about a dairy.

Flo  Yes, by the way, do you understand anything about dairies in America?

Asa  Wal, I guess I do know something about cow juice.  [They turn
to smother laugh.]  Why, if it ain't all as bright and clean as a
fresh washed shirt just off the clover, and is this all your doin's, Miss?

Mary  Yes, sir, I milk the cows, set up the milk, superintend the churning
and make the cheese.

Asa  Wal, darn me if you ain't the first raal right down useful gal
I've seen on this side the pond.

Flo  What's that, sir?  Do you want to make me jealous?

Asa  Oh, no, you needn't get your back up, you are the right sort too,
but you must own you're small potatoes, and few in a hill compared to
a gal like that.

Flo  I'm what?

Asa  Small potatoes.

Flo  Will you be kind enough to translate that for me,
for I don't understand American yet.

Asa  Yes, I'll put it in French for you, ``petite pommes des terres.''

Flo  Ah, it's very clear now; but, cousin, do tell me what
you mean by calling me small potatoes.

Asa  Wal, you can sing and paint, and play on the pianner,
and in your own particular circle you are some pumpkins.

Flo  Some pumpkins, first I am small potatoes, and now I'm some pumpkins.

Asa  But she, she can milk cows, set up the butter, make cheese, and,
darn me, if them ain't what I call raal downright feminine accomplishments.

Flo  I do believe you are right cousin, so Mary do allow me
to congratulate you upon not being small potatoes.

Mary  Well, I must look to my dairy or all my last week's milk
will be spoiled.  Good bye, Florence, dear.  Good bye, Mr. Trenchard.
Good morning, sir.  [Exit into Cottage.]

Asa  [Following her to door.]  Good morning, Miss.  I'll call again.

Flo  Well, cousin, what do you think of her?

Asa  Ain't she a regular snorter?

Flo  A what?

Asa  Wal, perhaps I should make myself more intelligable, if I said,
a squeeler, and to think I'm keepin' that everlasting angel of a gal
out of her fortune all along of this bit of paper here.

Flo  What is that?  [Takes paper from pocket.]

Asa  Old Mark Trenchard's will.

Flo  Don't show it to me, I don't want to look at it, the fortune
should have come to Mary, she is the only relation in the direct line.

Asa  Say, cousin, you've not told her that darned property was left to me,
have you?

Flo  Do you think I had the heart to tell her of her misfortune?

Asa  Wal, darn me, if you didn't show your good sense at any rate.
[Goes up to dairy.]

Flo  Well, what are you doing, showing _your_ good sense?

Asa  Oh, you go long.

Flo  Say, cousin, I guess I've got you on a string now,
as I heard you say this morning.

Asa  Wal, what if you have, didn't I see you casting sheep's eyes
at that sailor man this morning?  Ah, I reckon I've got you on a string now.
Say, has he got that ship yet?

Flo  No, he hasn't, though I've used all my powers of persuasion
with that Lord Dundreary, and his father has so much influence with
the admiralty.

Asa  Wal, din't he drop like a smoked possum?

Flo  There you go, more American.  No, he said he was very sorry,
but he couldn't.

Asa  [Taking bottle out.]  Oh, he did, did he?  Wal, I guess he'll do
his best all the same.

Flo  I shall be missed at the archery grounds.  Will you take me back?

Asa  Like a streak of lightning.  [Offers arm and takes her to dairy.]

Flo  That's not the way.

Asa  No, of course not.  [Takes her round stage back to dairy.]

Flo  Well, but where are you going now?

Asa  I was just going round.  I say, cousin, don't you think you
could find your way back alone.

Flo  Why, what do _you_ want to do?

Asa  Wal, I just wanted to see how they make cheese is this darned country.
[Exits into dairy.]

Flo  [Laughing.]  And they call that man a savage; well,
I only wish we had a few more such savages in England.

Dun  [Without, R. 2 E.]  This way, lovely sufferer.

Flo  Ah, here's Dundreary.


[Dundreary enters with Georgina, places her in rustic chair, R.]


Dun  There, repothe yourself.

Geo  Thank you, my lord; you are so kind to me, and I am so delicate.

Flo  Yes, you look delicate, dear; how is she this morning any better?

Dun  When she recovers, she'll be better.

Flo  I'm afraid you don't take good care of her, you are so rough.

Dun  No, I'm not wruff, either.  [Sings.]
	 I'm gentle and I'm kind,
	 I'm ---- I forget the rest

Flo  Well, good morning, dear--do take care of her--good day, Dundreary.
[Exit through gate.]

Dun  Now, let me administer to your wants.  How would you like a
roast chestnut?

Geo  No, my lord, I'm too delicate.

Dun  Well, then, a peanut; there is a great deal of nourishment in peanuts.

Geo  No, thank you.

Dun  Then what can I do for you?

Geo  If you please, ask the dairy maid to let me have a seat in the dairy.
I am afraid of the draft, here.

Dun  Oh! you want to get out of the draft, do you?  Well,
you're not the only one that wants to escape the draft.
Is that the dairy on top of that stick?  [Points to pigeon house.]

Geo  No, my lord, that's the pigeon house.

Dun  What do they keep in pigeon houses?  Oh! pigeons, to be sure;
they couldn't keep donkeys up there, could they?  That's the dairy,
I suppothe?

Geo  Yes, my lord.

Dun  What do they keep in dairies?

Geo  Eggs, milk, butter and cheese.

Dun  What's the name of that animal with a head on it?  No,
I don't mean that, all animals have heads.  I mean those animals
with something growing out of their heads.

Geo  A cow?

Dun  A cow growing out of his head?

Geo  No, no, horns.

Dun  A cow!  well, that accounts for the milk and butter;
but I don't see the eggs; cows don't give eggs; then there's the cheese--
do you like cheese?

Geo  No, my lord.

Dun  Does your brother like cheese?

Geo  I have no brother.  I'm so delicate.

Dun  She's so delicate, she hasn't got a brother.  Well,
if you had a brother do you think he'd like cheese?

Geo  I don't know; do please take me to the dairy.

Dun  Well, I will see if I can get you a broiled sardine.  [Exit into dairy.]

Geo  [Jumps up.]  Oh!  I'm so glad he's gone.  I am so dreadful hungry.
I should like a plate of corn beef and cabbage, eggs and bacon,
or a slice of cold ham and pickles.

Dun  [Outside]  Thank you, thank you.

Geo  [Running back to seat.]  Here he comes.  Oh! I am so delicate.


Enter Dundreary.


Dun  I beg you pardon, Miss Georgina, but I find upon enquiry
that cows don't give sardines.  But I've arranged it with the dairy maid
so that you can have a seat by the window that overlooks the cow house
and the pig sty, and all the pretty things.

Geo  I'm afraid I'm very troublesome.

Dun  Yes, you're very troublesome, you are.  No, I mean you're
a lovely sufferer, that's the idea.  [They go up to cottage door.]


Enter Asa, running against Dundreary.


Dun  There's that damned rhinoceros again.  [Exit into cottage,
with Georgina.]

Asa  There goes that benighted aristocrat and that little toad
of a sick gal.  [Looks off.]  There he's a settling her in a chair
and covering her all over with shawls.  Ah! it's a caution,
how these women do fix our flint for us.  Here he comes.
[Takes out bottle.]  How are you, hair dye.  [Goes behind dairy.]


Enter Dundreary.


Dun  That lovely Georgina puts me in mind of that beautiful piece of poetry. 
Let me see how it goes.  The rose is red, the violet's blue.
[Asa tips his hat over his eyes.]

Dun  [Repeats.]

Asa  [Repeats business.]

Dun  [Comes down, takes off hat, looking in it.]  There must be
something alive in that hat.  [Goes up, and commences again.]
The rose is red, the violet's blue, sugar is sweet, and so is somebody,
and so is somebody else.


Asa puts yoke on Dundreary's shoulders gently.  Dundreary comes down
with pails.


Dun  I wonder what the devil that is?  [Lowers one, then the other,
they trip him up.]  Oh, I see, somebody has been fishing and caught a pail.
[Goes hopping up stage, stumbling over against spinning wheel.
Looks at yarn on stick.]  Why, what a little old man.  [Sees Asa.]
Say, Mr. Exile, what the devil is this?

Asa  That is a steam engine, and will bust in about a minute.

Dun  Well, I haven't a minute to spare, so I'll not wait till it busts.
[Crosses to R., knocks against private box, R. H., apologizes.]

Asa  Say, whiskers, I want to ask a favor of you.

Dun  [Attempts to sneeze.]  Now I've got it.

Asa  Wal, but say.  [Dundreary's sneezing bus.]

Asa  [Takes his hand.]  How are you.  [Squeezes it.]

Dun  There, you've spoiled it.

Asa  Spoiled what?

Dun  Spoiled what! why a magnificent sneeze.

Asa  Oh! was that what you was trying to get through you?

Dun  Get through me: he's mad.

Asa  Wal, now, the naked truth is--[Leans arm on Dundreary's shoulder.
Bus. by Dundreary.]  Oh, come now, don't be putting on airs.
Say, do you know Lieut. Vernon?

Dun  Slightly.

Asa  Wal, what do you think of him, on an average?

Dun  Think of a man on an average?

Asa  Wal, I think he's a real hoss, and he wants a ship.

Dun  Well if he's a real hoss, he must want a carriage.

Asa  Darn me, if that ain't good.

Dun  That's good.

Asa  Yes, that is good.

Dun  Very good.

Asa  Very good, indeed, _for you_.

Dun  Now I've got it.  [Tries to sneeze.]

Asa  Wal, now, I say.  [Dundreary trying to sneeze.]

Asa  What, are you at that again?


Dundreary business.  Asa bites his finger.  Dundreary goes up,
stumbles against chair and comes down again.


Dun  I've got the influenza.

Asa  Got the what?

Dun  He says I've got a wart.  I've got the influenza.

Asa  That's it exactly.  I want your influence, sir, to get that ship.

Dun  That's good.

Asa  Yes, that's good, ain't it.

Dun  Very good.

Asa  Yes, darn me, if that ain't good.

Dun  For you.  Ha! ha!  One on that Yankee.

Asa  Well done, Britisher.  Wal, now, about that ship?

Dun  I want all my influence, sir, for my own w--w--welations. [Stammering.]

Asa  Oh! you want it for your own w--w--welations. [Mimicing.]

Dun  I say, sir.  [Asa pretends deafness.  This bus. is ad. lib.]

Asa  Eh?

Dun  He's hard of hearing, and thinks he's in a balloon.  Mister.

Asa  Eh?

Dun  He thinks he can hear with his nose.  I say--

Asa  Eh?


Dundreary turns Asa's nose around with his thumb.  Asa puts his
two hands up to Dundreary's.


Dun  Now he thinks he's a musical instrument.  I say--

Asa  What?

Dun  You stutter.  I'll give you a k--k--k--

Asa  No you won't give me a kick.

Dun  I'll give you a c--c--card to a doctor and he'll c--c--c--

Asa  No he won't kick me, either.

Dun  He's idiotic.  I don't mean that, he'll cure you.

Asa  Same one that cured you?

Dun  The same.

Asa  Wal, if you're cured I want to stay sick.  He must be a mighty smart man.

Dun  A very clever man, he is.

Asa  Wal, darn me, if there ain't a physiological change taking place.
Your whiskers at this moment--

Dun  My whiskers!

Asa  Yes, about the ends they're as black as a niggers in billing time,
and near the roots they're all speckled and streaked.

Dun  [Horror struck.]  My whiskers speckled and streaked?

Asa  [Showing bottle.]  Now, this is a wonderful invention.

Dun  My hair dye.  My dear sir.

Asa  [Squeezing his hand.]  How are you?

Dun  Dear Mr. Trenchard.


Puts arm on shoulder.  Asa repeats Dundreary business,
putting on eyeglass, hopping round the stage and stroking whiskers.


Dun  He's mad, he's deaf, he squints, stammers and he's a hopper.

Asa  Now, look here, you get the Lieut. a ship and I'll give you the bottle.
It's a fine swap.

Dun  What the devil is a swap?

Asa  Well, you give me the ship, and I'll give you the bottle to boot.

Dun  What do I want of your boots?  I haven't got a ship about me.

Asa  You'd better make haste or your whiskers will be changed again.
They'll be a pea green in about a minute.

Dun  [Crosses to L.]  Pea green!  [Exits hastily into house.]

Asa  I guess I've got a ring in his nose now.  I wonder how that sick gal
is getting along?  Wal, darn me, if the dying swallow ain't pitching
into ham and eggs and home-made bread, wal, she's a walking into
the fodder like a farmer arter a day's work rail splitting.
I'll just give her a start.  How de do, Miss, allow me to congratulate
you on the return of your appetite.  [Georgina scream.]
Guess I've got a ring in her pretty nose now.  [Looks off, R.]
Hello! here comes the lickers and shooters, it's about time I took
my medicine, I reckon.


Enter, from R. 2. E., Sir E., Mrs. M. Florence, Vernon, Augusta,
De Boots, Wickens, Coyle, Sharpe, Binny, Skillet, Buddicombe,
two servants in livery, carrying tray and glasses, a wine basket
containing four bottles to represent champagne, knife to cut strings,
some powerful acid in one bottle for Asa--pop sure.


Sir E  Now to distribute the prizes, and drink to the health of
the winner of the golden arrow.

Flo  And there must stand the hero of the day.  Come, kneel down.

Asa  Must I kneel down?

Flo  I am going to crown you Capt. of the Archers of Trenchard Manor.

Asa  [Aside to Florence.]  I've got the ship.

Flo  No; have you?

Sir E  Come, ladies and gentlemen, take from me.  [Takes glasses,
Starts on seeing me in livery.]  Who are these strange faces?

Coyle  [In his ear.]  Bailiffs, Sir Edward.

Sir E  Bailiffs!  Florence I am lost.


[Florence supports her father.  At the same moment Dundreary
enters with letter and money.  Georgina appears at dairy door as
Dundreary comes down, L.  Asa cuts string of bottle, cork hits Dundreary.
General commotion as drop descends.]





ACT III.




Scene 1--Dairy set as before in Act 2d, Scene 2.


[Asa discovered on bench, R. C., whittling stick.  Mary busy with
milk pans in dairy.]


Asa  Miss Mary, I wish you'd leave off those everlasting dairy fixings,
and come and take a hand of chat along with me.

Mary  What, and leave my work?  Why, when you first came here,
you thought I could not be too industrious.

Asa  Well, I think so yet, Miss Mary, but I've got a heap to say to you,
and I never can talk while you're moving about so spry among them pans,
pails and cheeses.  First you raise one hand and then the other,
and well, it takes the gumption right our of me.

Mary  [Brings sewing down.]  Well, then, I'll sit here--
[sits on bench with Asa, vis-a-vis.]  Well now, will that do?

Asa  Well, no, Miss Mary, that won't do, neither; them eyes of yourn
takes my breath away.

Mary  What will I do, then?

Asa  Well, I don't know, Miss Mary, but, darn me, if you could do
anything that wasn't so tarnal neat and handsome, that a fellow
would want to keep on doing nothing else all the time.

Mary  Well, then, I'll go away.  [Rises.]

Asa  [Stopping her.]  No, don't do that, Miss Mary, for then
I'll be left in total darkness.  [She sits.]  Somehow I feel kinder lost,
if I haven't got you to talk to.  Now that I've got the latitude
and longitude of all them big folks, found out the length
of every lady's foot, and the soft spot on everybody's head,
they can't teach me nothing; but here, [Whittling.] here I come to school.

Mary  Then throw away that stick, and put away your knife, like a good boy.
[Throws away stick up stage.]  I must cure you of that dreadful trick
of whittling.

Asa  Oh, if you only knew how it helps me to keep my eyes off you, Miss Mary.

Mary  But you needn't keep your eyes off me.

Asa  I'm afraid I must, my eyes are awful tale-tellers,
and they might be saying something you wouldn't like to hear,
and that might make you mad, and then you'd shut up school,
and send me home feeling about as small as a tadpole with
his tail bobbed off.

Mary  Don't be alarmed, I don't think I will listen to any tales
that your eyes may tell unless they're tales I like and ought to hear.

Asa  If I thought they'd tell any other, Miss Mary, I pluck them
right out and throw them in the first turnip patch I came to.

Mary  And now tell me more about your home in America.  Do you know
I've listened to your stories until I'm half a backwoodsman's wife already?

Asa  [Aside.]  Wouldn't I like to make her a whole one.

Mary  Yes, I can shut my eyes and almost fancy I see your home
in the backwoods.  There are your two sisters running about
in their sunbonnets.

Asa  Debby and Nan?  Yes!

Mary  Then I can see the smoke curling from the chimney,
then men and boys working in the fields.

Asa  Yes.

Mary  The girls milking the cows, and everybody so busy.

Asa  Yes.

Mary  And then at night, home come your four big brothers
from the hunt laden with game, tired and foot sore, and covered with snow.

Asa  That's so.

Mary  Then how we lasses bustle about to prepare supper. The fire
blazes on the hearth, while your good old mother cooks the slapjacks.

Asa  [Getting very excited.]  Yes.

Mary  And then after supper the lads and lasses go to a corn husking.
The demijohn of old peach brandy is brought out and everything is so nice.

Asa  I shall faint in about five minutes, Miss Mary you're a
darned sight too good for this country.  You ought to make tracks.

Mary  Make what?

Asa  Make tracks, pack up, and emigrate to the roaring old state of
Vermont, and live 'long with mother.  She'd make you so comfortable, and
there would be sister Debby and Nab, and well, I reckon I'd be there, too.

Mary  Oh! I'm afraid if I were there your mother would find the
poor English girl a sad incumbrance.

Asa  Oh, she ain't proud, not a mite, besides they've all seen
Britishers afore.

Mary  I suppose you allude to my cousin, Edward Trenchard?

Asa  Well, he wan't the only one, there was the old Squire, Mark Trenchard.

Mary  [Starting Aside.]  My grandfather!

Asa  Oh! he was a fine old hoss, as game as a bison bull,
and as gray as a coon in the fall; you see he was kinder mad
with his folks here, so he came over to America to look after
the original branch of the family, that's our branch.
We're older than the Trenchard's on this side of the water.
Yes we've got the start of the heap.

Mary  Tell me, Mr. Trenchard, did he never receive any letters
from his daughter?

Asa  Oh yes, lots of them, but the old cuss never read them, though.
He chucked them in the fire as soon as he made out who they come from.

Mary  [Aside.]  My poor mother.

Asa  You see, as nigh as we could reckon it up, she had gone and
got married again his will, and that made him mad, and well,
he was a queer kind of a rusty fusty old coon, and it appeared that
he got older, and rustier, and fustier and coonier every fall,
you see it always took him in the fall, it was too much for him.
He got took down with the ague, he was so bad the doctors gave him up,
and mother she went for a minister, and while she was gone the old man
called me in his room, `come in, Asa, boy,' says he, and his voice
rang loud and clear as a bell, `come in,' says he.  Well I comed in;
`sit down,' says he; well I sot down.  You see I was always a favorite
with the old man.  `Asa, my boy,' says he, takin' a great piece of paper,
`when I die, this sheet of paper makes you heir to all my property
in England'.  Well, you can calculate I pricked up my ears
about that time, bime-by the minister came, and I left the room,
and I do believe he had a three day's fight with the devil,
for that old man's soul, but he got the upper hand of satan at last,
and when the minister had gone the old man called me into his room again.
The old Squire was sitting up in his bed, his face as pale as
the sheet that covered him, his silken hair flowing in silvery locks
from under his red cap, and the tears rolling from his large blue eyes
down his furrowed cheek, like two mill streams.  Will you excuse
my lighting a cigar?  For the story is a long, awful moveing,
and I don't think I could get on without a smoke.  [Strikes match.]
Wal, says he to me, and his voice was not as loud as it was afore--
it was like the whisper of the wind in a pine forest, low and awful.
`Asa, boy,' said he, 'I feel that I've sinned in hardening my heart
against my own flesh and blood, but I will not wrong the last
that is left of them; give me the light,' says he.  Wal I gave him
the candle that stood by his bedside, and he took the sheet of paper
I was telling you of, just as I might take this.  [Takes will from pocket.]
And he twisted it up as I might this,  [Lights will,]  and he lights it
just this way, and he watched it burn slowly and slowly away.
Then, says he, `Asa, boy that act disinherits you, but it leaves
all my property to one who has a better right to it.  My own
daughter's darling child, Mary Meredith,' and then he smiled,
sank back upon his pillow, drew a long sigh as if he felt relieved,
and that was the last of poor old Mark Trenchard.

Mary  Poor Grandfather.  [Buries her face and sobs.]

Asa  [After bus.]  Wal, I guess I'd better leave her alone.
[Sees half burned will.]  There lies four hundred thousand dollars,
if there's a cent.  Asa, boy, you're a hoss.  [Starts off, R. 1 C.]

Mary  To me, all to me.  Oh Mr. Trenchard, how we have all wronged
poor grandfather.  What, gone?  He felt after such tidings,
he felt I should be left alone--who would suspect there was such delicacy
under that rough husk, but I can hardly believe the startling news--
his heiress--I, the penniless orphan of an hour ago, no longer penniless,
but, alas, an orphan still,  [Enter Florence.]  with none to share my wealth,
none to love me.

Flo  [Throwing arms around Mary's neck.]  What treason is this, Mary,
no one to love you, eh, what's the matter?  You've been weeping,
and I met that American Savage coming from here;
he has not been rude to you?

Mary  On no, he's the gentlest of human beings, but he has just told me
news that has moved me strangely.

Flo  What is it, love?

Mary  That all grandfather's property is mine, mine, Florence,
do you understand?

Flo  What! he has popped, has he?  I thought he would.

Mary  Who do you mean?

Flo  Who?  Asa Trenchard, to be sure.

Mary  Asa Trenchard, why, what put that in your head?

Flo  Why how can Mark Trenchard's property be yours,
unless you marry the legatee.

Mary  The legatee?  Who?

Flo  Why, you know Mark Trenchard left everything to Asa.

Mary  No, no, you have been misinformed.

Flo  Nonsence, he showed it to me, not an hour ago on
a half sheet of rough paper just like this.  [Sees will.]
Like this.  [Picks it up.]  Why this is part of it, I believe.

Mary  That's the paper he lighted his cigar with.

Flo  Then he lighted his cigar with 80,000 pounds.
Here is old Mark Trenchard's signature.

Mary  Yes, I recognize the hand.

Flo  And here are the words ``Asa Trenchard,
in consideration of sole heir''--etc.--etc.--etc.

Mary  Oh Florence, what does this mean?

Flo  It means that he is a true hero, and he loves you,
you little rogue.  [Embraces her.]

Mary  Generous man.  [Hides face in Florence's bosom.]

Flo  Oh, won't I convict him, now.  I'll find him at once.


Runs off, R. 3 E., Mary after her calling Florence!!!  Florence!!!
as scene closes.

Change



Scene 2.--Chamber as before.


Enter Mrs. Montchessington, and Augusta, L. 1 E.


Mrs M  Yes, my child, while Mr. De Boots and Mr. Trenchard are both here,
you must ask yourself seriously, as to the state of your affections,
remember, your happiness for life will depend upon the choice you make.

Aug  What would you advise, mamma?  You know I am always advised by you.

Mrs M  Dear, obedient child.  De Boots has excellent expectations,
but then they are only expectations after all.  This American is rich,
and on the whole I think a well regulated affection ought to incline
to Asa Trenchard.

Aug  Very well, mamma.

Mrs M  At the same time, you must be cautious, or in grasping at
Asa Trenchard's solid good qualities, you may miss them,
and De Boots expectations into the bargain.

Aug  Oh, I will take care not to give up my hold on
poor De Boots 'till I am quite sure of the American.

Mrs M  That's my own girl.  [Enter Asa L.]  Ah, Mr. Trenchard,
we were just talking of your archery powers.

Asa  Wal, I guess shooting with bows and arrows is just about like
most things in life, all you've got to do is keep the sun out of your eyes,
look straight--pull strong--calculate the distance, and you're sure to hit
the mark in most things as well as shooting.

Aug  But not in England, Mr. Trenchard.  There are disinterested hearts
that only ask an opportunity of showing how they despise that gold,
which others set such store by.

Asa  Wal, I suppose there are, Miss Gusty.

Aug  All I crave is affection.

Asa  [Crosses to C.]  Do you, now?  I wish I could make sure of that,
for I've been cruelly disappointed in that particular.

Mrs M  Yes, but we are old friends, Mr. Trenchard, and you needn't
be afraid of us.

Asa  Oh, I ain't afraid of you--both on you together.

Mrs M  People sometimes look a great way off, for that which is near at hand.
[Glancing at Augusta and Asa alternatively.]

Asa  You don't mean, Miss Gusta.  [Augusta casts sheeps eyes at him.]
Now, don't look at me in that way.  I can't stand it, if you do, I'll bust.

Mrs M  Oh, if you only knew how refreshing this ingenuousness of yours
is to an old woman of the world like me.

Asa  Be you an old woman of the world?

Mrs M  Yes, sir.

Aug  Oh yes.

Asa  Well I don't doubt it in the least.  [Aside.]  This gal and
the old woman are trying to get me on a string.  [Aloud.]  Wal,
then, if a rough spun fellow like me was to come forward as a suitor
for you daughter's hand, you wouldn't treat me as some folks do,
when they find out I wasn't heir to the fortune.

Mrs M  Not heir to the fortune, Mr. Trenchard?

Asa  Oh, no.

Aug  What, no fortune?

Asa  Nary red, it all comes to their barkin up the wrong tree about
the old man's property.

Mrs M  Which he left to you.

Asa  Oh, no.

Aug  Not to you?

Asa  No, which he meant to leave to me, but he thought better on it,
and left it to his granddaughter Miss Mary Meredith.

Mrs M  Miss Mary Meredith!  Oh, I'm delighted.

Aug  Delighted?

Asa  Yes, you both look tickled to death.  Now, some gals,
and mothers would go away from a fellow when they found that out,
but you don't valley fortune, Miss Gusty?

Mrs M  [Aside, crosses to Aug.]  My love, you had better go.

Asa  You crave affection, _you_ do.  Now I've no fortune, but I'm
filling over with affections which I'm ready to pour out all over
you like apple sass, over roast pork.

Mrs M  Mr. Trenchard, you will please recollect you are addressing
my daughter, and in my presence.

Asa  Yes, I'm offering her my heart and hand just as she wants them
with nothing in 'em.

Mrs M  Augusta, dear, to your room.

Aug  Yes, ma, the nasty beast.  [Exit R.]

Mrs M  I am aware, Mr. Trenchard, you are not used to the manners
of good society, and that, alone, will excuse the impertinence
of which you have been guilty.

Asa  Don't know the manners of good society, eh?  Well,
I guess I know enough to turn you inside out, old gal--
you sockdologizing old man-trap.  Wal, now, when I think
what I've thrown away in hard cash to-day I'm apt to call myself
some awful hard names, 400,000 dollars is a big pile for a man
to light his cigar with.  If that gal had only given me herself
in exchange, it wouldn't have been a bad bargain.  But I dare
no more ask that gal to be my wife, than I dare ask Queen Victoria
to dance a Cape Cod reel.


Enter Florence, L. 1 E.


Flo  What do you mean by doing all these dreadful things?

Asa  Which things.

Flo  Come here sir.  [He does so.]

Asa  What's the matter?

Flo  Do you know this piece of paper?  [Showing burnt paper.]

Asa  Well I think I have seen it before.  [Aside.]
Its old Mark Trenchard's will that I left half burned up like a landhead,
that I am.

Flo  And you're determined to give up this fortune to Mary Meredith?

Asa  Well, I couldn't help it if I tried.

Flo  Oh, don't say that.

Asa  I didn't mean to do it when I first came here--hadn't the least idea
in the world of it, but when I saw that everlasting angel of a gal
movin around among them doing fixins like a sunbeam in a shady place;
and when I pictured her without a dollar in the world--I--
well my old Adam riz right up, and I said, ``Asa do it''--and I did it.

Flo  Well, I don't know who your old Adam may be, but whoever it is,
he's a very honest man to consult you to do so good an action.
But how dare you do such an outrageous thing? you impudent--
you unceremonious, oh! you unselfish man! you! you, you!
[Smothers him with kisses, and runs off, R. 1 E.]

Asa  Well, if that ain't worth four hundred thousand dollars,
I don't know what is, it was sweeter than sweet cider right out of
the bung hole.  Let me see how things stand round here.
Thanks to old whiskers I've got that ship for the sailor man,
and that makes him and Miss Florence all hunk.  Then there's that
darned old Coyle.  Well I guess me and old Murcott can fix his flint for him.
Then there's--[Looks off, L.]  Christopher Columbus, here comes Mary.


Enter Mary, L. 1 E.


Mary  Mr. Trenchard, what can I say to you but offer you
my lifelong gratitude.

Asa  Don't now, Miss, don't--

Mary  If I knew what else to offer.  Heaven knows there is nothing
that is mine to give that I would keep back.

Asa  Give me yourself.  [Bus.]  I know what a rude, ill-mannered block I am; 
but there's a heart inside me worth something, if it's only for
the sake of your dear little image, that's planted right plump
in the middle of it.

Mary  Asa Trenchard, there is my hand, and my heart is in it.

Asa  [Seizes here hand, then drops it suddenly.]  Miss Mary,
I made what folks call a big sacrifice for you, this morning.
Oh! I know it, I ain't so modest, but that I know it.
Now what's this you're doing?  Is this sacrifice you are making
out of gratitude for me?  Cause if it is, I wouldn't have it,
though not to have it would nigh break my heart, tough as it is.

Mary  No, no, I give myself freely to you--as freely as you,
this morning, gave my grandfather's property to me.

Asa  Say it again, last of hope and blessed promise.
[Clasps her in his arms.]  Mary, there's something tells me
that you'll not repent it.  I'm rough, Mary, awful rough,
but you needn't fear that I'll ever be rough to you.
I've camped out in the woods, Mary, often and often,
and seen the bears at play with their cubs in the moonlight,
the glistening teeth, that would tear the hunter,
was harmless to them; the big strong claws that would peel a man's head,
as a knife would a pumpkin, was as soft for them as velvet cushions,
and that's what I'll be with you, my own little wife; and if ever harm
does come to you, it must come over the dead body of Asa Trenchard.

Mary  I know it Asa; and if I do not prove a true and loving wife to you;
may my mother's bright spirit never look down to bless her child.

Asa  Wal, if I don't get out in the air, I'll bust.
[Exit hastily R. 1 E. pulling Mary after him.]


Enter Binny, L. 1 E.  Drunk.


Binny  [Calling.]  Mr. H'Asa, Mr. H'Asa!  Oh he's gone;
well, I suppose he'll come back to keep his happointment.
Mr. Coyle's quite impatient.  It isn't hoften that han hamerican has
the run of the wine cellars of Trenchard Manor, and in such company, too.
There's me and Mr. Coyle, which is a good judge of old port wine,
and he knows it when he drinks; and his clerk, Mr. Murcott,
which I don't hexactly like sitting down with clerks.  But Mr. H'Asa
wished it and Mr. Coyle hadn't any objections, so in course
I put my feelings in my pocket, besides, Murcott is a man of hedication,
though unfortunately taken to drink.  Well, what of that,
it's been many a man's misfortune, though I say it, what shouldn't say it,
being a butler.  But now to join my distinguished party.  [Exit, R. 1 E.]



Scene 3.--Wine cellar in 3.


Coyle, Murcott and Binny discovered.  Table L., with two cups and bottles.
Coyle L. of table, seated.  Binny back of table.  Murcott sitting on barrel,
R.  Door in flat with staircase discovered, dark.  Stage half dark.
Candles on table, lighted.


Coyle  A capital glass of wine, Mr. Binny, and a capital place to drink it.

Asa  [Without.]  Bring a light here, can't you.  I've broken
my natural allowance of shins already.


Enters D. in F., down stairs.


Asa  [To Murcott.]  Is he tight yet?

Mur  Histered, but not quite gone yet.

Coyle  Oh, Mr. Trenchard, glad to see you, to welcome you
to the vaults of your ancestors.

Asa  Oh! these are the vaults of my ancestors, are they?
Wal, you seem to be punishing their spirits pretty well.

Binny  Wines, Mr. Asa?  The spirits are in the houter cellar.

Coyle  Oh, Mr. Asa, there is no place like a wine cellar for a hearty bout.
Here you might bawl yourself hoarse beneath these ribs of stone,
and nobody hear you.  [He shouts and sings very loud.]

Asa  Oh, wouldn't they hear you?  [Aside.]  That's worth knowing.

Binny  [Very drunk--rising.]  That's right, Mr. Coyle,
make as much noise as you like, you are in the cellars of Trenchard Manor,
Mr. Coyle.  Mr. Coyle, bless you, Mr. Coyle.  Mr. Coyle,
why his hit Mr. Coyle, I am sitting at the present time,
in this present distinguished company?  I will tell you, Mr. Coyle,
hit his because Hi always hacts and conducts myself has becomes a gentleman,
hand Hi knows what's due to manners.  [Falls in chair.]

Asa  Steady, old hoss, steady.

Binny  Hi'm steady.  Hi always was steady.  [Staggers across to L.H.]
Hi'm going to fetch clean glasses.  [Exit, L. 3 R.]

Asa  Now, Mr. Coyle, suppose you give us a song.

Coyle  [Very drunk.]  I can't sing, Mr. Trenchard, but I sometimes
join in the chorus.

Asa  Wal, give us a chorus.

Coyle  Will you assist in the vocalization thereof?

Asa  [Mimicing.]  Will do the best of my endeavors thereunto.

Coyle  [Sings.]  ``We won't go home till morning.''
		 Repeat.
		 Repeat   [Falls off chair, senseless.]

Asa  [Finishing the strain.]  ``I don't think you'll go home at all.''
Now, then, quick, Murcott, before the butler comes back, get his keys.
[Murcott gets keys from Coyle's pocket and throws them to Asa.]
Is this all?

Mur  No; the key of his private bureau is on his watch chain,
and I can't get it off.

Asa  Take watch and all.

Mur  No; he will accuse us of robbing him.

Asa  Never mind, I'll take the responsibility.  [Coyle moves.]

Mur  He is getting up.

Asa  Well, darn me, knock him down again.

Mur  I can't.

Asa  Can't you?  Well, I can.


[Pulls Murcott away.  Knocks Coyle down; is going towards D. in F.,
meets Binny with tray and glasses; kicks it, knocks Binny down
and exits up staircase, followed by Murcott, carrying candle.
Dark state.  Binny rises; Coyle ditto.  Blindly encounter each other
and pummel soundly till change.

Quick Change



Scene 4--Chamber in 1, same as Scene 2.


Enter Dundreary and Vernon, L. 1 E.  Dundreary stops, C., and is seized
with an inclination to sneeze.  Motions with his hand to Vernon.


Ver  My lord!  [Business Dundreary sneezing.]  Your lordship!
[Dundreary same bus.  Louder.]  My lord!

Dun  There you go; now you've spoiled it.

Ver  Spoiled what, my lord?

Dun  Spoiled what? why a most magnificent sneeze.

Ver  I'm very sorry to interrupt your lordship's sneeze,
but I merely wanted to express my gratitude to you for getting me a ship.

Dun  Sir, I don't want your gratitude, I only want to sneeze.

Ver  Very well, my lord, then I will leave you, and this gives you
an opportunity for sneezing.  [Crosses to R.]  But in return for
what you have done for me, should you ever want a service a sailor
can offer you, just hail Harry Vernon, and you'll find he'll weigh anchor
and be alongside.   [Hitches up breeches and exits, R. 1 E.]

Dun  Find him alongside?  What does he mean by a long side?
and he always wants to weigh anchor.  What funny fellows the sailors are.
Why the devil won't they keep a memorandum of the weight of their anchor?
What's the matter with the sailor's side?  [Imitates Vernon.]
Oh I see, he's got the stomach ache.  [Exit, R. 1 E.]


Change Scene



Scene 5--Library in Trenchard Manor in 3 or 4.


Enter Buddicombe, R. 1 E., following Lord Dundreary.


Bud  A letter, my lord.

Dun  [Takes letter.]  You may go.  [Exit Buddicombe, R. 1 E.  Opens letter.]
``My dear Frederick.''  He calls me Frederick because my name is Robert.
``I wrote you on my arrival.''  Why, I never heard from him.
``But I am afraid you didn't get the letter, because I put no name
on the envelope.''  That's the reason why I didn't get it,
but who did get it?  It must have been some fellow without any name.
``My dear brother, the other day a rap came to my door,
and some fellows came in and proposed a quiet game of porker.''
A quiet game of porker, why, they wanted to kill him with a poker.
``I consented and got stuck--'' Sam's dead, I've got a dead lunatic
for a brother--``for the drinks.''  He got on the other side of the paper,
why couldn't he get stuck all on one side.
``P. S.--If you don't get this letter let me know,
for I shall feel anxious.''  He's a mad lunatic.  [Exit, R. 1 E.]


Change Scene



Scene 6--Coyle's Office in 2.  High desk and stool, R.
Modern box center against flat.  Cabinet, L.


Asa discovered looking over papers on box.  Murcott looking in desk.


Asa  Have you found it?

Mur  No, Mr. Trenchard.  I've searched all the drawers but can find
no trace of it.

Asa  What's this?

Mur  That's a cabinet where his father kept old deeds,
the key he always carries about him.

Asa  Oh, he does, does he?  Well I reckon I saw a key as I came in
that will open it.  [Exit, R. 1 E.]

Mur  Key, oh, my poor muddled brain, what can he mean!

Asa  [Re-enters with axe.]  Here's a key that will open any lock
that Hobb ever invented.

Mur  Key? what key?

Asa  What key, why, Yankee.  [Shows axe, begins to break open Cabinet.]


Enter Coyle, R. 2 E.


Coyle  Villains! would you rob me?

Mur  Stand off, Mr. Coyle, we are desperate.  [Now seizes him.]

Asa  Here it is a sure as there are snakes in Virginia.
Let the old cuss go, Murcott.

Coyle  Burglars! oh, you shall dearly pay for this.

Asa  Yes, I'll pay--but I guess you'll find the change.

Coyle  The law--the law shall aid me.

Asa  Wal, perhaps it would be as well not to call in the law just yet.
It might look a little further than might be convenient.

Mur  It's no use to blunder, Mr. Coyle, you are harmless to us now,
for we have that, that will crush you.

Coyle  Well, what are your conditions? money, how much?

Asa  Wal, we warn't thinking of coming down on your dollars.
But you have an appointment with Sir Edward at two, haven't you?

Coyle  Well?

Asa  Well, I want you to keep that appointment.

Coyle  Keep it?

Asa  Yes, and that's all I do want you to keep of his,
and instead of saying you have come to foreclose the mortgage,
I want you to say, you have found the release which proves
the mortgage to have been paid off.

Coyle  I accept.  Is that all?

Asa  Not quite.  Then I want you to pay off the execution debts.

Coyle  What, I pay Sir Edward's debts?

Asa  Yes, with Sir Edward's money that stuck to your fingers
naturally while passing through your hands.

Coyle  [To Murcott.]  Traitor!

Mur  He knows all, Mr. Coyle.

Coyle  Is there anything more!

Asa  yes, I want you to apologize to Miss Florence Trenchard,
for having the darned impudence to propose for her hand.

Coyle  What more?

Asa  Then you resign your stewardship in favor of your clerk, Abel Murcott.

Coyle  What, that drunkard vagabond?

Asa  Well, he was, but he's going to take the pledge at the first pump
he comes to.

Mur  Yes, I _will_ conquer the demon drink, or die in the struggle with him.

Coyle  Well, anything more?

Asa  Yes, I think the next thing will be to get washed.
You're not a handsome man at best, and now you're awful.
[Coyle makes a dash at Murcott.  Asa catches him and turns him round to R.]
Mr. Coyle, in your present state of mind, you had better go first.

Coyle  [Bitterly.]  Oh, sir, it is your turn now.

Asa  Yes, it is my turn, but you can have the first wash.
Come along Murcott.  [Exeunt, R. 1 E]


Change Scene



Scene 7--Library in Trenchard Manor in 3 or 4.


Sir Edward discovered seated R. of table.


Sir E  The clock is on the stroke of two, and Coyle is waiting my decision.
In giving her to him, I know I shall be embittering her life to
save my fortune, but appearances--no, no, I will not sacrifice
her young life so full of promise, for a few short years
of questionable state for myself, better leave her to the mercy of chance.
[Enter Florence, R. U. E.]  that sell her to this scoundrel;
and to myself, I will not survive the downfall of my house, but end it thus.
[Raises pistol to his head.  Florence seizes his arm and screams.]

Flo  Father, dear father, what despair is this?
[Sir Edward buries his face in his hands.]  If it is fear of poverty,
do not think of me, I will marry this man if I drop dead in my bridal robes.


Enter Binny, R. 1 E.


Binny  Mr. Coyle, sir who has come by happointment.

Sir E  I will not see him.

Flo  Yes, yes, show him up, Mr. Binny.  [Exit Binny, R. 1 E.]

Sir E  Florence, I will not consent to this sacrifice.


Enter Asa, Coyle and Murcott, R. 1 E.


Sir E  How is this Mr. Coyle, you are not alone?

Asa  No, you see, squire, Mr. Coyle wishes me and his clerk
to witness the cutting off the seals from the mortgage,
which he has been lucky enough to find the release of.

Sir E  Heavens, is it so?

Coyle  Yes, Sir Edward, there is the release executed by my father,
which had become detached.

Asa  [To him.]  Accidentally.

Sir E  Saved, saved at last from want!

Coyle  Meanwhile I have paid the execution debts out of a find
which has just fallen in.

Asa  Accidentally.  It's astonishing how things have fallen in
and out to-day.

Sir E  But your demand here?  [Points to Florence.]

Coyle  I make none, Sir Edward.  I regret that I should have conceived
so mad a thought; it is enough to unfit me for longer holding position
as you agent, which I beg humbly to resign--

Asa  [Aside to him.]  Recommending as your successor--

Coyle  Recommending as my successor Abel Murcott, whose knowledge
of your affairs, gained in my office, will render him as useful as
I have been.

Asa  Yes, just about.

Sir E  Your request is granted, Mr. Coyle.

Asa  And now, my dear Mr. Coyle, you may a-b-s-q-u-a-t-u-l-a-t-e.

Coyle  I go, Sir Edward, with equal good wishes for all assembled here.
[Darts a look at Murcott and exits, R. 1 E.]

Asa  That's a good man, Sir Edward.

Sir E  Yes.

Asa  Oh, he's a very good man.

Sir E  Yes, he is a good man.

Asa  But he can't keep a hotel.

Sir E  Mr. Murcott, your offence was heavy.

Flo  And so has been his reparation.  Forgive him, papa.  Mr. Murcott,
you saved me; may Heaven bless you.

Mur  Yes, I saved her, thank Heaven.  I had strength enough for that.
[Exits L. 1. E.]

Flo  You'll keep your promise and make Mr. Murcott your clerk, papa?

Sir E  Yes, I can refuse nothing; I am so happy; I am so happy,
I can refuse none anything to-day.

Asa  Can't you, Sir Edward!  Now, that's awful lucky, for there's
two gals want your consent mighty bad.

Sir E  Indeed; for what?

Asa  To get hitched.

Sir E  Hitched?

Asa  Yes to get spliced.

Sir E  Spliced?

Asa  Yes, to get married.

Sir E  They have it by anticipation.  Who are they?

Asa  There's one on 'em.  [Points to Florence.]

Sir E  Florence!  and the other?

Asa  She's right outside.  [Exit, hastily, R. 1. E.]

Sir E  Well, and who is the happy man, Lord Dun--

Flo  Lord Dundreary!  No, papa--but Harry Vernon.  He's not poor now,
though he's got a ship.


Re-enter Asa, with Mary.


Asa  Here's the other one, Sir Edward.

Sir E  Mary?  Who is the object of your choice?

Mary  Rough-spun, honest-hearted Asa Trenchard.

Sir E  Ah!  Mr. Trenchard you win a heart of gold.

Flo  And so does Mary, papa, believe me.  [Crosses to Asa.
Mary and Sir Edward go up.]

Flo  What's the matter?

Asa  You make me blush.

Flo  I don't see you blushing.

Asa  I'm blushing all the way down my back.

Flo  Oh, you go long.  [Goes up stage.]

Asa  Hello! here's all the folks coming two by two, as if
they were pairing for Noah's ark.  Here's Mrs. Mountchestnut
and the Sailor man.  [Enter as Asa calls them off.]
Here's De Boots and his gal, and darn me, if here ain't old setidy fetch it,
and the sick gal, how are you buttons?  [Dundreary knocks against Asa,
who is in C. of stage.]

Dun  There's that damned rhinocerous again.  [Crosses to L. with Georgina,
and seats her.]

Asa  Here comes turkey cock, number two, and his gal, and darn me,
if here ain't Puffy and his gal.

Sir E  Mr. Vernon, take her, she's yours, though Heaven knows
what I shall do without her.

Mrs M  [Rising.]  Ah, Sir Edward, that is just my case;
but you'll never know what it is to be a mother.  [Comes down, L. C.]
Georgina, Augusta, my dears, come here.  [They come down each side of her.]
You'll sometimes think of your poor mamma, bless you.  [Aside to them.]
Oh, you couple of fools.


[Bumps their foreheads.  Dundreary has business with Georgina,
then leads her to a seat, L.]


De B  [To Dundreary.]  Why, Fred, we're all getting married!

Dun  Yes, it's catching, like the cholera.

Binny  I 'ope, Sir Edward, there's no objections to my leading Miss Sharpe
to the hymenial halter.

Sir E  Certainly not, Mr. Binny.

Bud  [To Dun.]  And Skillet and I have made so bold, My lord--

Dun  Yes, you generally do make bold--but bless you, my children--bless you.

Asa  Say, you, lord, buttons, I say, whiskers.

Dun  Illustrious exile?  [Comes down.]

Asa  They're a nice color, ain't they?

Dun  Yes, they're all wight now.

Asa  All wight? no, they're all black.

Dun  When I say wight I mean black.

Asa  Say, shall I tell that sick gal about that hair dye?

Dun  No, you needn't tell that sick gal about that hair dye!

Asa  Wal, I won't, if you don't want me to.

Dun  [Aside.]  That man is a damned rattlesnake.


[Goes up, sits in Georgina's lap--turns to apologize,
sits in Augusta's lap--same business with Mrs. M,
then goes back to Georgina.]


Asa  Miss Georgina.  [She comes down.]  How's your appetite? shall I
tell that lord about the beafsteak and onions I saw you pitching into?

Geo  Please don't, Mr. Trenchard, I'm so delicate.

Asa  Wal, I won't, if you don't want me to.

Geo  Oh, thank you.


[Backs up stage and sits in Dundreary's lap, who has taken her seat.]


Asa  Miss Gusty.  [Augusta comes down.]  Got your boots, hain't you?

Aug  Yes, Mr. Trenchard.

Asa  How do they fit you?  Say, shall I tell that fellow
you were after me first?

Aug  [Extravagantly.]  Not for the world, Mr. Trenchard.

Asa  [Mimicing.]  Wal, I won't, if you don't want me to.

Asa  [To Mrs M.]  Mrs. Mountchestnut.

Dun  [Coming down.]  Sir, I haven't a chestnut to offer you,
but if you'd like some of your native food, I'll order you a doughnut?

Asa  I dough not see it.

Dun  [Laughs.]  That's good.

Asa  Yes, very good.

Dun  For you.

Asa  Oh, you get out, I mean the old lady.

Dun  Mrs. Mountchessington, this illustrious exile wishes to see you.
[Mrs M. comes down.]

Asa  Wal, old woman?

Mrs M  Old woman, sir?

Asa  Got two of them gals off your hands, haven't you?

Mrs M  I'm proud to say, I have.

Asa  Shall I tell them fellows you tried to stick them on me first?

Mrs M  You'll please not mention the subject.

Asa  Wal, I won't, if you don't want me to.  [Backs up;--curtseying;--
knocks back against Dundreary, who is stooping to pick up a handkerchief.
They turn and bunk foreheads.]  Say, Mr. Puffy.  [Binny comes down.]
Shall I tell Sir Edward about your getting drunk in the wine cellar?

Binny  You need not--not if you don't like unto.

Asa  Wal, I won't, if you don't want me to.

Binny  Remember the hold hadage.  ``A still tongue shows a wise ead.''

Asa  X Q's me.

Binny  O, I, C.  [Goes up.]

Flo  [Comes down, L.]  Well cousin, what have you to say to us?
[Mary comes down R. of Asa.]

Asa  Wal, I ain't got no ring, to put in your noses, but I's got one
to put on your finger.  [To Mary.]  And I guess the sailor man has one
to put on yours, and I guess you two are as happy as clams at high water.

Flo  I am sure you must be very happy.

Asa  Wal, I am not so sure about my happiness.

Flo  Why, you ungrateful fellow.  What do want to complete it?

Asa  [To Audience.]  My happiness depends on you.

Flo  And I am sure you will not regret your kindness shown to
Our American Cousin.  But don't go yet, pray--for Lord Dundreary
has a word to say.  [Calls Dundreary.]

Dun  [Sneezes.]  That's the idea.



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