to impose upon your good uncle! You know that no one has been
here--not a soul;--and as for yourself, you have been too busy looking
after a certain gentleman ever to think of your poor uncle;--that you
have;--taking advantage of his illness to behave in so indecorous a
manner. I would have told him every thing, but I was afraid of making
him worse.

CLEM. You are a false, wicked woman!

JEL. Little impudent creature,--trying to make mischief between me and
my kind master, but it won't do. (_To_ CLEMENTINA _aside_.) The will
is signed, and I'll take care he does not alter it;--so do your worst.

CAD. (_faintly_.) Give me the mixture, Mrs --

CLEM. I will, dear uncle. (_Pours out the restorative mixture in a
glass_.)

JEL. (_going back_.) You will, Miss,--indeed! but you shan't.

CLEM. Be quiet, Mrs Jellybags;--allow me at least to do something for
my poor uncle.

CLEM. Give me the mix--

JEL. (_prevents_ CLEMENTINA _from giving it, and tries to take it from
her_.) You shan't, Miss!--You never shall.

CAD. Give me the --

[Mrs JELLYBAGS _and_ CLEMENTINA _scuffle, at last_ CLEMENTINA _throws
the contents of the glass into_ Mrs JELLYBAGS'S _face_.]

CLEM. There, then!--since you will have it.

JEL. (_in a rage_.) You little minx!--I'll be revenged for that. Wait
a little till the will is read,--that's all;--See if I don't bundle you
out of doors,--that I will.

CLEM. As you please, Mrs Jellybags; but pray give my poor uncle his
restorative mixture.

JEL. To please you?--Not I! I'll not give him a drop till I think
proper. Little, infamous, good-for-nothing--

CAD. Give me--oh!

JEL. Saucy--man-seeking--

CLEM. Oh! as for that, Mrs Jellybags, the big sergeant was here last
night--I know that. Talk of men indeed!

JEL. Very well, Miss!--very well! Stop till the breath is out of your
uncle's body--and I'll beat you till your's is also.

CAD. Give--oh!

CLEM. My poor uncle! He will have no help till I leave the room--I
must go. Infamous woman! _Exit_.

CAD. Oh!

JEL. I'm in such a rage!--I could tear her to pieces!--the little!--the
gnat! Oh, I'll be revenged! Stop till the will is read, and then I'll
turn her out into the streets to starve. Yes! yes! the will!--the will!
(_Pauses and pants for breath_.) Now, I recollect the old fellow
called for his mixture. I must go and get some mere. I'll teach her to
throw physic in my face.

[_Goes out and return