Twenty-four Hours Under The Commonwealth; A Drama In Five Acts by John ScholefieldTwenty-four Hours Under The Commonwealth; A Drama In Five Acts by John Scholefield

Twenty-four Hours Under The Commonwealth; A Drama In Five Acts

byJohn Scholefield

Paperback | January 31, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1863. Excerpt: ... Tony. Where's the Colonel? Mac. (Pointing to staircase) Up aloft, at the gable loop-hole, mating observations. Tony. Oh! he's watching the movements of the roundheads, is he? If he could only find out at what point they mean to attack us, he'd save some of us a good deal of trouble. There's Sir John and Mr. Arthur reconnoitering, as they call it, on all sides, and galloping about from gate to gate, and from post to post, as if the devil himself were behind them. Now if we only knew where to expect the enemy, we might just wait for him quietly, without all this hurry-skurry. And there's my poor old daddy, too, trudging about with Lady Santon to all the rich burghers' wives, to get them to send up provisions to the castle. We shall soon have to shift our quarters there, Mac; I've had master's things carried up. Mac. All quarthers is just the same thing to me, Tawny; many's the night I've passed in a wet trench! Enter DObbIN, L. d. Tony. Ah, Dobbin! hast fed the horses? Dob. Ay, ah've fed 'em. Mac. I say, Tawny, my boy, couldn't ye just get me a drink of ale now? Sure, and my throat's as dry as a tinder-box. Tony. Is it? Well, so is mine. Dobbin, ran over the way to the Fairfax hostelry, and bring us a jack of mine host's best nut-brown. Dost hear? Dob. Ay, ah hear. Tony. There's to pay for it (Giving Dob. money). Tell Jenny it's for Tony Walters; and let it be fresh. Dob. Jenny? Who's that? Tony. That's mine host's only daughter; thou'lt see her at the cellar-head; a pretty, tidy lass, Dobbin! Dob. Laughing He, hee! (Sings grotesquely) A tidy lass, wi' plenty o' brass, is weel to pass. Tony. Dobbin, thou'rt an ass! (Pushing him) Go! Dob. He, he, hee! (Sings) A tidy lass, and plenty o'--(Jingles the money in his hand and exit, L. d.) Tony. That Yorkshire boo...
Title:Twenty-four Hours Under The Commonwealth; A Drama In Five ActsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:44 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.09 inPublished:January 31, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217944418

ISBN - 13:9780217944410