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They would be educate in a nunnery.
COLONEL.
She had the most enchanting voice—the one with the dark hair.
ENSIGN.
It was the sweetest evening.
MRS UMPHREY.
Give me the pepper.
IRISHMAN.
Zoms—Miss—take care of your feathers—has the scoundrel spilt the gravy down your back?
ENSIGN.
Colonel, do you remember the locket—on her white arm?
COLONEL.
And her mild blue eyes.
FAT MINISTER.
Ay, ay—He's wanting to introduce his story again; and to tell us how she look'd when the soldiers crowded round the tent to listen to her song.
COLONEL.
Sweet was her song.
And soft the enchanted air,
That angels paused, and hung
Their golden harps.
ENSIGN.
She did not know at that time that her lover was wounded.
FAT MINISTER.
Come, Nan—give us one of your songs.
DAUGHTER.
Yes, papa.
Down in the vale,
The dew hung on the rose—
FAT MINISTER.
None of your vales, nor your dews and your roses—and your flowery fields, and your myrtle groves.
Play, "Up and waur them a', Willie."
Miss, are you for a jig?
COLONEL.
Ladies, good-night—I have seen the time when I would have passed up amongst the gayest—I am now an old fellow.
FAT MINISTER.
And has a tear for pity.
COLONEL.
Yes, sir; and a heart that can feel the happiness of others.
(They all crowd round him.)
Oh, sir, you must not leave us—you must not go away.
(The Company move to the Withdrawing Room.)
FAT MINISTER.
Come, Miss, give us your Italian—
MISS.
Yes, papa.
Si li si ti o to,
Ki li qui si o so,
Fa la se scud.
Qui a vi a vi a,
Que a vi a ve a,
Qui a vi a bo, &c.
Enter Mrs Consul and her Grandchild.
MRS CONSUL.
Madam, I beg you ten thousand pardons, it was not in my power to wait upon you at dinner; there is no separating my grandchild and the little black girl.
CHILD.
O mamma, I'm frightened!
MRS CONSUL.
Why are you frightened?
CHILD.
The little girl says, a great fish (a crocodile) came out of the water, (the Ganges,) and devoured her father—and a fine gentleman came running with a sword, and stabb'd the monster—and her father was all bloody, and she would have been killed; but the fine gentleman took her away, and they were carried by black mans with muslin on their head, (turbans)—and the fine gentleman gave her to a great lady—All the fine things could not make her forget her poor father—He was very hungry, and as she lay on his arm, beneath the tree where the ugly monster came, he was giving her a little rice—it is all—the last mor—sel.
FAT MINISTER.
Hold your tongue, my bonny dear, and you and the black girl shall go to the dancing school.
CHILD.
No, mamma.—(Cries.)
MRS CONSUL.
No, my love.—(One of the gentlemen takes her on his knee—dries her eyes.)
(A Footman enters.)