Box monologue — Comediettas and Farces

(_suddenly showing his head from behind the curtains_) Come in! if it's you, Mrs. Bouncer--you needn't be afraid. I wonder how long I've been asleep? (_Suddenly recollecting._) Goodness gracious--my bacon! (_Leaps off bed and runs to the fireplace._) Holloa! what's this? A chop! Whose chop? Mrs. Bouncer's, I'll be bound. She thought to cook her breakfast while I was asleep--with my coals, too--and my gridiron! Ha, ha! But where's my bacon? (_Seeing it on table._) Here it is. Well, 'pon my life. Bouncer's going it! And shall I curb my indignation? shall I falter in my vengeance? No! (_Digs the fork into the chop, opens window, and throws chop out; shuts window again._) So much for Bouncer's breakfast; and now for my own! (_With the fork he puts the bacon on the gridiron again._) I may as well lay my breakfast-things. (_Goes to mantle-piece at R., takes key out of one of the ornaments, opens door at R. and exit, slamming door after him._)