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A COMEDY.
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WORSHIPTON (behind the door).

Ay, they are talking of their heiress now. They are devilishly suspicious of designs upon her, but we'll jockey them for all that. Ha! here comes the game.

Enter Hannah (and Worshipton comes from his concealment).

HANNAH.

O la! are you there, Mr. Worshipton? I saw nobody here but the great coats hanging by the wall.

WORSHIPTON.

You are not offended, I hope, that a great coat should be turned into something that can speak to you, and gaze upon you, and admire you, Miss Clodpate.(Ogling her.)

HANNAH.

La, now! it is so droll!

JENKINS (peeping from his hiding-place).

Droll enough, by my faith!

WORSHIPTON.

I have been waiting here concealed a long time for this happiness; for your aunt is so jealous I can