_ Child! don't put your memory to any fatigue on my account--you
may transfer the remembrance of who I was, to aid your more perfect
recollection of who I am.
_Susan._ Lady Handy!
_Lady H._ That's right, child!--I am not angry.
_Susan._ [_Looking out._] Ah! I see my dear father and mother coming
through the garden.
_Lady H._ Oh! now I shall be caressed to death; but I must endure the
shock of their attentions.
_Enter_ FARMER _and_ DAME, _with_ SIR ABEL.
_Ash._ My dear Susan! [_They run to_ SUSAN.
_Dame._ My sweet child! give me a kiss.
_Ash._ Hald thee! Feyther first though--Well, I be as mortal glad to zee
thee as never war--and how be'st thee? and how do thee like Lunnun town?
it be a deadly lively place I be tuold.
_Dame._ Is not she a sweet girl?
_Sir Abel._ That she is.
_Lady H._ [_With affected dignity._] Does it occur to any one present,
that Lady Handy is in the room?
_Sir Abel._ Oh, Lud! I'm sure, my dear wife, I never forget, that you
are in the room.
_Ash._ Drabbitit! I overlooked Lady Nelly, sure enow; but consider,
there be zome difference between thee and our own Susan! I be deadly
glad to zee thee, however.
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