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A COMEDY.
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need not look for any body: those are only great coats by the wall, you see; and Mr, Worshipton's an't there, you see; for his has got five capes to it, and the cloth is of a much lighter colour, and it has got more button-holes to it too than any body's else in the house.

HOPKINS (still staring strangely about).

Mr. Worshipton's! was he here?

HANNAH.

La, no! an't I just telling you that he an't here.

HOPKINS (aside).

Well this is droll enough too—but no, no! it can't be any thing neither. (Aloud.) Your aunt is impatient for you, Miss Clodpate.

HANNAH.

O la! I'm going to her directly.

(Exeunt Hannah and Hopkins.

JENKINS (coming forward from his hiding-place, and shrugging up his shoulders as he looks after Hannah).

This is the price my master is willing to pay for his curricle and his horses.

Re-enter Worshipton.

WORSHIPTON.

I think we have done pretty well, Jenkins, for the first onset.