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No. 3: It's Missus
| Maria: | |||
| It’s not the work I care about, Or that one has to do without, Excepting on one’s Sundays out, |
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| All blisses: | |||
| Its just the way I’m spoken to, As if I was a black Hindoo! The reason, Sir, I’m leaving you, |
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| It’s missus, its missus — | |||
| It’s all along o’ missus. | |||
Pen. (speaking). Go and tell all that to the cook, Maria.
| Maria: | |||
| Untouched is beer, uneat cold meat, Poor Robert starves upon his beat, I can but throw him glances sweet, |
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| And kisses! | |||
| Why she, she’s at one day and night, One never can’t do nothing right! The reason, sir, I’m taking flight, |
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| It’s missus, its missus — | |||
| It’s all along o’ missus. | |||
[Exit MARIA.]
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Page modified 20 September 2007