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BLOT IN THE 'SCUTCHEON.
1843
ACT I.
SCENE I.- The interior of a lodge in LORD TRESHAM'S park.
Many Retainers crowded at the window,supposed to com-
mand a view of the entrance to his mansion. GERARD, the
warrener, his back to a table on which are flagons, etc.
1st Retainer. Ay, do! push, friends, and then you'll
push down me!
-What for? Does any hear a runner's foot
Or a steed's trample or a coach-wheel's cry ?
Is the Earl come or his least poursuivant?
But there's no breeding in a man of you
Save Gerard yonder: here's a half-place yet,
Old Gerard !
Gerard. Save your courtesies, my friend.
Here is my place.
4 A BLOT IN THE 'SCUTCHEON
2nd Retainer. Now, Gerard, out with it!
What makes you sullen, this of all the days
I' the year? To-day that young rich bountiful
Handsome Earl Mertoun, whom alone they match
With our Lord Tresham through the country-side,
Is coming here in utmost bravery
To ask ou . . .
