as if I had been set there to be look'd at. He is the most disagreeable man I ever saw in my life.
Lady S. Don't be uneasy; you have little chance, I'm afraid, of being molested by him. But I forget, I must write to my friend, Mrs. Cudimore; her husband is in credit now, and I have been too negligent a correspondent.(Exit.
Soph. (sighing deeply.) O dear! O dear! O dear me! she sleeps quietly under the green sod that I would right gladly lie down beside. (Exit sorrowfully.
SCENE V. A small room with Sophia's books and music, and flower-pots, set in order. Enter Sophia very sorrowful, leaning upon nurse.
Soph. O my dear nurse! you are our best friend, and so she is going to send you away from us.—What will become of the poor children now! What will become of us all by-and-bye! And my father too: even my father. Oh how it grieved me to see him courting that proud Lord, who seems ashamed to consider him as his brother-in-law! To see even my father look'd down upon—it goes to my heart.
Nurse. Let him take what he gets, an' a murrain to him! he had no business to bring her here to torment us all, after the dear lady we have lost.—But dry up your tears: we'll be revenged upon her: there is not a creature in the house that has not swore it; we'll be revenged upon her.
