The devil to pay, or, The wives metamorphosed : a comic opera in two acts / by Charles Coffey ; revised by Colley Cibber.

  • Charles Coffey
Date:
[1837?]
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Licence: Public Domain Mark

Credit: The devil to pay, or, The wives metamorphosed : a comic opera in two acts / by Charles Coffey ; revised by Colley Cibber. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    him very well: he is a cunning man, makes almanacks, and can help people to their lost goods again. [Exit, l. Enter Doctor, l. Doc. Sir, I humbly beg your honour’s pardon for this unseasonable intrusion; but I am benighted, and ’tis so dark, that I can’t possibly find my way home ;—and know¬ ing your worship’s hospitality, desire the favour to be harboured under your roof to-night. Lady L. [Crossing to him.~\ Out of my house, you ItWNi conjurer ! you magician ! Doc. [Aside.Here’s a turn ! here’s a change ! Well, if I have any art, ye shall smart for this ! Sir J. You see, friend, I am not master of my own house ; therefore, to avoid any uneasiness, go down the lane for about a quarter of a mile, and you’ll see a cob¬ bler’s cottage stay there awhile, and I’ll send my ser¬ vant to conduct you to a tenant’s house, where you’ll be well entertained. Doc. I thank you, sir. I’m your most humble ser¬ vant. [Aside.~\ But as for your lady there, she shall this night feel my resentment. [Exit, l. Sir J. Come, madam, you and I must have some con¬ ference together. Lady L. Yes ; I will have a conference and a reforma¬ tion, too, in this house, or I’ll turn it upside down—I will! [Exit, r. AIR.—Sir John Loverule. Grajft me, ,§e pow’rs, by^this reqq/st, And let wko will the \yfirld contest: Convey ,per to some distant shore, Where;! may ne’er behold her more ; JOr lefifine to some/ottage fly/ f In IJreedom’s arr* to live apd die ! [Exit, r. r SCENE III.—The Interior of Jobson’s Cottage—table <■ and chairs. Nell and the Doctor discovered seated, c. Nell. Pray, sir, mend your draught, if you please ; you are very welcome, sir. Doc. Thank you heartily, good woman ; and, to requite your civility, I’ll tell you your fortune. Nell. Oh, pray do, sir! I never had my fortune told me in my life.
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