My bridemaids come!--Oh dear!
[Enter two Ladies.]
First Lady. How do you, love? A good morning to you--Poor dear,
How much you are affected! Why we thought
You ne'er would summon us.
W. Green. One takes, you know,
When one is flurried, twice the time to dress.
My dears, has either of you salts? I thank you!
They are excellent; the virtue's gone from mine,
Nor thought I of renewing them--Indeed,
I'm unprovided, quite, for this affair.
First Lady. I think the bridegroom's come!
W. Green. Don't say so! How
You've made my heart jump!
First Lady. As you sent for us,
A new-launched carriage drove up to the door;
The servants all in favours.
W. Green. 'Pon my life,
I never shall get through it; lend me your hand.
[Half rises, and throws herself back on her chair again.]
I must sit down again! There came just now
A feeling like to swooning over me.
I am sure before 'tis over I shall make
A fool of myself! I vow I thought not half
So much of my first wedding-day! I'll make
An effort. Let me lean upon your arm,
And give me yours, my dear. Amelia, mind
Keep near me with the smelling-bottle.
Servant. [Entering.] Madam,
The bridegroom's come.
[Goes out.]
W. Green. The brute has knocked me down!
To bolt it out so! I had started less
If he had fired a cannon at my ear.
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