Part 46 (2/2)

_Jel._ (_prevents Clementina from giving it, and tries to take it from her._) You shan't, Miss!--You never shall.

_Cad._ Give me the----

[_Mrs Jellybags and Clementina scuffle, at last Clementina throws the contents of the gla.s.s into Mrs Jellybags's face._

_Clem._ There, then!--since you will have it.

_Jel._ (_in a rage._) You little minx!--I'll be revenged for that. Wait a little till the will is read,--that's all!--See if I don't bundle you out of doors,--that I will.

_Clem._ As you please, Mrs Jellybags; but pray, give my poor uncle his restorative mixture.

_Jel._ To please you?--Not I! I'll not give him a drop till I think proper. Little, infamous, good-for-nothing----

_Cad._ Give me----oh!

_Jel._ Saucy--man-seeking----

_Clem._ Oh! as for that, Mrs Jellybags, the big sergeant was here last night--I know that. Talk of men, indeed!

_Jel._ Very well, Miss!--very well! Stop till the breath is out of your uncle's body--and I'll beat you till yours is also.

_Cad._ Give----oh!

_Clem._ My poor uncle! He will have no help till I leave the room--I must go. Infamous Woman! [_Exit._

_Cad._ Oh!

_Jel._ I'm in such a rage!--I could tear her to pieces!--the little!--the gnat! Oh, I'll be revenged! Stop till the will is read, and then I'll turn her out into the streets to starve. Yes! yes! the will!--the will! (_Pauses and pants for breath._) Now, I recollect the old fellow called for his mixture. I must go and get some more. I'll teach her to throw physic in my face.

[_Goes out and returns with a phial--pours out a portion and goes up to Mr Cadaverous._

_Jel._ Here, my dear Mr Cadaverous. Mercy on me!--Mr Cadaverous!--why, he's fainted!--Mr Cadaverous! (_Screams_) Lord help us!--why he's dead!

Well now, this sort of thing does give one a shock, even when one has longed for it. Yes, he's quite dead! (_Coming forward._) So, there's an end of all his troubles--and, thank Heaven! of mine also. Now for Sergeant-Major O'Callaghan, and--love! Now for Miss Clementina, and--revenge! But first the will!--the will! [_Curtain drops._

_Act III._

_Mrs Jellybags._

Oh dear!--this is a very long morning. I feel such suspense--such anxiety; and poor Sergeant-Major O'Callaghan is quite in a perspiration!

He is drinking and smoking down in the kitchen to pa.s.s away the time, and if the lawyer don't come soon, the dear man will be quite fuddled.

He talks of buying a farm in the country. Well, we shall see; but if the Sergeant thinks that he will make ducks and drakes of my money, he is mistaken. I have not been three times a widow for nothing--I will have it all settled upon myself; that must and shall be, or else--no Sergeant O'Callaghan for me!

_Enter Clementina._

So, here you are, Miss. Well, we'll wait till the will is read, and then we shall see who is mistress here.

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