The Gentleman Dancing-Master. | MusicalTheatreResourceCenter

TITLE OF SOURCE:

AUTHOR'S NAME - FIRST:

LAST:

DESCRIPTION:

Prue. Why then, methought last night you came up into my chamber in your shirt when I was in bed; and that you might easily do, for I have ne'er a lock to my door.--Now I warrant I am as red as my petticoat. Mons. No, thou'rt as yellow as e'er thou wert. Prue. Yellow, sir! Mons. Ay, ay: but let's hear the dream out. Prue. Why, can't you guess the rest now? Mons. No, not I, I vow and swear: come, let's hear. Prue. But can't you guess, in earnest? Mons. Not I, the devil eat me! Prue. Not guess yet! why then, methought you came to bed to me.--Now am I as red as my petticoat again. Mons. Ha! ha! ha!--well, and what then? ha! ha! ha! Prue. Nay, now I know by your worship's laughing you guess what you did. I'm sure I cried out, and waked all in tears, with these words in my mouth--"You have undone me! you have undone me! your worship has undone me!" Mons. Ha! ha! ha!--but you waked, and found it was but a dream. Prue. Indeed it was so lively, I know not whether 'twas a dream, or no.--But if you were not there, I'll undertake you may come when you will, and do anything to me you will, I sleep so fast. Mons. No, no; I don't believe that. Prue. Indeed you may, your worship-- Mons. It cannot be. Prue. Insensible beast! he will not understand me yet; and one would think I speak plain enough. [Aside.

COMMENTS:

CANDIDATE FOR ADAPTATION?: