Rob. Yes Sir, and I have told her you wish to speak with her.
Sea. You have told her—I wish—I looked not for her so soon—I wish you had not—
Rob. Sir!
Sea. Begone! begone! and say I am waiting for her. (Exit Rob. stealing a look of observation at his master as he goes out.)Ah! here comes the hard pull! here comes the sticking place! I should have prepared her for this before, but my heart would not suffer me. O that I had employed some one else to tell her! She little thinks of this! I hear her coming (listening; while children's voices are heard without.) What, she is bringing the children with her! I hear the little one prating as he goes. O God! I cannot—I cannot!
(Exit running out with much agitation.
(Enter Sophia, carrying a little boy on her back, and an elder boy and girl taking hold of her gown.)
Soph. (to the little one.) You have had a fine ride and a long ride, have you not?
Little One. Yesh, tit.
Soph. Come down then, boy, for your horse is tired.
Little One. No, tit.
Soph. No, tit! but you must tho' (setting him down.) Stand upon your fat legs there, and tell me what I'm to have for all this trouble of carrying you. What am I to have, urchin?
Little One. Kish
