CLEVELAND. Well, what idea?
METCALF. [_Aside_.] Here comes Rose--the very image of Bridget--all
I wanted was to give her time. [_Aloud_.] An idea--[_Aside_.] to trap
you with sword, coat, and all--
CLEVELAND. There she is--begone, fellow--you intrude upon me.
_Enter_ ROSE, _disguised as_ BRIDGET.
ROSE. [_Curtseying_.] Your Honour sent for me.
METCALF. Ha! ha! ha! Trap to catch foxes--ho! ho! ho!
[_Exit_.
CLEVELAND. You look a lively, quick-witted lass.
ROSE. [_Aside_.] Now for the airs of your true lady's lady.
CLEVELAND. Do you know how to keep a silent tongue?
ROSE. Bless us! Haven't I always been in practice? Ain't I mum to what
all the fine gentlemen say about the bouquets, the presents, the love
notes--
CLEVELAND. How would you like to make twenty pounds?
ROSE. Oh, sir, I am quite invincible.
CLEVELAND. But twenty pounds?
ROSE. Say twenty-five.
CLEVELAND. To be paid when the contract is performed. How would you
like to marry?
ROSE. Oh! good gracious!
CLEVELAND. Hush! Why the deuce do you raise that clatter?
ROSE. Lor, sir, we always do.
CLEVELAND. Be silent, or the twenty pounds--
ROSE. Twenty-five--
CLEVELAND. Twenty-five then. Marriage in jest.
ROSE. Oh!
CLEVELAND. Only in jest--to decide a wager. You must disguise yourself
as your mistress, when you will be admitted into the presence of
Captain Armstrong.
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