GRIMSHAW, BAGSHAW, AND BRADSHAW.
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but worse you can't—no, I mean—really, as I said before, what with Towzers, and Bradshaws, Bagshaws, and Grimshaws, and Fannys, and Emilys, I'm in such a state of confusion that——
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Fan.
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That I'm afraid you will scarcely forgive me for being the cause of it. I can only plead, as my excuse, my anxiety to unite my dear Emily to the man of her heart.
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Tow.
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But where is this man of her heart? Where is this Bradshaw?
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Grim.
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You mean Bagshaw—no, Bagshaw—no—I shall never understand how matters exactly stand! No matter, there's one interesting fact clearly established, you consent to become Mrs. Grimshaw. I don't care what becomes of anybody else—much as I love them—I don't care one straw what becomes of them! But, as you say, where is this Bradshaw?
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Brad.
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(who has entered during his speech, being beckoned on by Bagshaw—and touching Grimshaw's shoulder) I'm Bradshaw!
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Grim.
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Oh, here you are! (embracing him) and how are you, Bradshaw? I mean Bagshaw—no! it's no use; I never shall be able to understand!
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Bag.
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My dear Sir, I give you joy! (to Grimshaw.)
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Grim.
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Do you? then perhaps you'll give me my hat, (crosses to Bagshaw) and take your own. (exchanges them—slaps bad hat on Bagshaw's head) Come, it's quite early yet, so suppose we make a night of it—what d'ye say to a supper? I propose that Towzer finds the supper, (crosses to c.)
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Grim.
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Carried unanimously! Don't go and throw away a lot of money, Towzer; do the thing well, but not extravagantly; and all I can say is, that if you'll send in the cold fowls and the lobsters, I'll stand the pickles—that's what I call doing the thing liberally—and (to audience) if you will only provide a liberal supply of approbation, there won't be a happier party sit down to supper in the Haymarket, than Grimshaw, Bagshaw, and Bradshaw!
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