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Portrait of Mrs. Inchbald Mrs. Inchbald The Widow's Vow: A Farce, in Two Acts

Marquis. Really a man! Why?—What?—Don't I look like a man?
Countess. Yes—that you do—and a sweet pretty man—Come, come, don't be frightened—shake hands—I forgive you—forgive you all your impertinence—and, carry the jest as far as you will, I am resolved not to be angry.
Marquis. I am very much obliged to you—infinitely obliged to you—I assure you this favour—this honour.—I don't know what to say—She absolutely puts me out of countenance. (Aside.)
Countess. What confused?—Come, resume your gaiety—Come, come—
Marquis. Come, come, then. (seizing her.)
Enter DON ANTONIO.
Antonio. Hah!—What!
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Portrait of Mrs. Inchbald Mrs. Inchbald The Widow's Vow: A Farce, in Two Acts

Enter URSULA.
Ursula. So, Mrs. Flora, I give you joy of your new sweetheart—For shame, for shame, I saw what passed.
Flora. Lord bless you—it is only a woman.
Ursula. A woman!
Flora. Aye, in men's clothes, like the master, and so there could be no harm you know.
Ursula. I did not know the servant was a woman too!
Flora. Why, I am not sure of it—but I thought so when I let him kiss me, and I thought so when I promised to meet him in the grove—and I will e'en go—for I dare say 'tis only a woman.
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Portrait of Mrs. Inchbald Mrs. Inchbald The Widow's Vow: A Farce, in Two Acts

The COUNTESS, the MARQUIS, and DON ANTONIO discovered sitting.
Antonio. And so, my Lord, you once thought of the army—Do you think you should stand your ground in a battle. (Laughing to himself.)
Marquis. Sir! (Surprized.)
Antonio. (Aside.) Damn me but she has a good leg.
Countess. Your Lordship seems formed for the service of a softer Deity; an occupation less perilous than that of war.
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