Sam monologue (Act 6) — Betsey Bobbett: A Drama

Miss Peedick if you don’t take my advice, you’ll see trouble ahead on you. When a widder man or a widder woman, embarks on a new voyage, let ’em burn the ship behind ’em that they sailed round in, in their former voyages. This trying to be a pardner and a mourner at one time is gaulin’ to man or woman. Mournin’ for Doodle was jest as honorable as anything could be; marryin’ Elder Peedick was another honorable job, and you ort to made up your mind which business would be the most happyfyin’ and proftable to you, and then foller it up with a willin’ mind, but don’t try to do both. Betsey, we will be here in good season. I have got a nice presant for you, but bein’ pretty hefty, I shan’t probably bring it to-night. It’s a piller case full of dried apples and a jar of butter. Josiah will bring a sack of flour.