Sir, go out of my house, and never enter it again, as long as you live.
CRAFTON.
Unless it be in imaginations, Mr. Smitchenstault.
SMITCHENSTAULT (toCharville).
My good Sir, you are in de passion: dere be no good reason in dat. Be not in de passion: de sweet Mary will plead for me.
MARY.
Not I, Mr. Smitchenstault.
SMITCHENSTAULT.
What! you wish me to leave dis house? Ha! you only deceive; you be ashamed to own de tender toughts of your heart. You not wish me gone. It was your sweet looks dat keep me here so long.
MARY.
With the help of your imaginations.
CHARVILLE.
Out of my house, wriggling deceiver!
MRS. CHARVILLE.
Don't press him to go so immediately; for Mrs. Smoothly has some matters to settle with him before he leave the house.
