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A COMEDY.
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HANNAH (within).

It gets very cold: I'll shut the door now, for the smoke is all gone.

MISS MARTIN (within).

What, has the door been standing open all this while?

HANNAH (within).

Didn't you see me open it to let out the smoke?

MISS MARTIN (within).

I am so harrassed and vexed I don't see what is before mine eyes: shut it directly.

(Hannah shuts the door).

SIR JOHN HAZELWOOD.

We are dark now, but I hear David's footsteps in the passage. Poor fellow! I have affronted him. David! friend David!(Calling.)

Re-enter David with a light, looking very sour.

DAVID.

What do you want, sir?

SIR JOHN HAZELWOOD.

To be lighted to our rooms, my good David.—Nay, don't look so grave, man. I spoke rather shortly to you, indeed, because I was thinking of something else at the time; but you are too wise,