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HUNDRED THOUSAND POUNDS.

An Original Comedy,

IN THREE ACTS.

BY

HENRY J. BYRON,

AUTHOR OF

War to the Knife; The Old Story; Dundreary Married and Done For; Cinderella; Blue Beard from a New Point of Hue; Robinson Crusoe; Little Don Giovanni; Mazeppa; The Maid and the Magpie, or the Fatal Spoon; The Babes in the Wood; Bride of Abydos; Fra Diavolo; Jack the Giant Killer; Very Latest Edition of the Lady of Lyons; The Nymph of the Lurleyberg; Pilgrim of Love; The Garibaldi Excursionists; Aladdin, or the Wonderful Scamp; Esmeralda, or the Sensation Goat; Goldenhair the Good; Ivanhoe in Accordance, etc.; Beauty and the Beast; Rival Othellos; Whittington and his Cat; Puss in a New Pair of Boots; Miss Eily O'Connor; George de Barnwell; Our Sea-side Lodgings; The Rosebud of Stinging-nettle Farm, The Sensation Fork; My Wife and I; Beautiful Haidee, or the Sea Nymph and the Sallee Rovers; Ill Treated Il Trovatore; The Motto: "I am all there!" St. George and the Dragon; Lady Belle Belle; Orpheus and Eurydice, or the Young Gentleman who charmed the Rocks; 1863, or the Sensations of the Past Year; Mazourka, or the Stick, the Pole, and the Tartar; The "Grin" Bushes; Lion and the Unicorn; Sensation Dramas for the Back Drawing Room; Princess Springtime, or the Envoy that Stole the King's Daughter; La! Sonnambula! or the Supper, the Sleeper, and the Merry Swiss Boy; Pan; Lucia di Lammermoor; Der Freischutz, or the Belle, the Bill, and the Ball; Pandora's Box; William Tell with a Vengeance; The Lancashire Lass; &c., &c.

PART AUTHOR OF

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The Miller and his Men; Valentine and Orson; & Forty Thieves (Savage Club).

THOMAS HAILES LACY,

THEATRICAL PUBLISHER,

LONDON.

First performed at the Prince of Wales Theatre (under the management of Miss Marie Wilton), on Saturday, the 5th of May, 1866.

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LESTER WALLACK, Esq.,

MY DEAR SIR,

Of New Yor

At a time when you could have purchased a manuscript copy of A Hundred Thousand Pounds for a trifle, and have played it—according to the present state of the law-free of charge; you preferred to remit me a considerable sum for its performance in New York and other American Theatres.

In cordial recognition of an act so honourable, but by no means as an equivalent, permit me to dedicate my Comedy to you, and to remain,

MY DEAR SIR,

DOUGHTY STREET, LONDON,

October 1st, 1867.

Yours very faithfully,

H. J. BYRON.

A

HUNDRED THOUSAND POUNDS.

ACT I.

SCENE.-Parlour behind Joe Barlow's shop, comfortably furnished-door into shop, L. C.; door, R., fire-place, L.

MRS. BARLOW discovered sitting, R. C., darning stockings, receiving the visit of MISS JANE PLOVER and MISS ARABELLA PELL, two tradesmen's daughters.

MRS. BARLOW. (R. C.) Well, my dears, if you were to talk for an hour, you'd never make me think different. Besides, marriage indeed! what business have two young bits of gals like you to think of getting married?

JANE. (L. C.) La, Mrs. Barlow, what do you suppose we've got to think about?

MRS. B. Oh, go along with you.

JANE. I dare say you did, when you were our age. It's only natural, isn't it, Arabella?

ARABELLA. (L.-a gushing girl) Of course it is, Jane dear. MRS. B. Parcel of rubbish. Now you, Jane Plover, now what do you know about housekeeping?

JANE. Well, I can make my own bonnets, can't I, Arabella ? ARAB. Yes, Jane dear.

MRS. B. How about cooking now?

JANE. Oh, when I marry I hope it'll be to some one who can afford to keep me a cook. One marries to better one's condition, Mrs. Barlow, not to be made a negro slave of.

ARAB. I should think not indeed! catch me cooking for any man.

MRS. B. Well, my niece Alice can cook.

JANE. Now you know it's not fair to bring Alice forward as an example. Alice can do everything better than anybody else.

ARAB. Yes, everything!

JANE. Every one owns that, and nobody's a bit jealous of her. I always will say, that if ever there was a loveable, amiable, downright specimen of a girl, Alice Barlow is the identical party; don't I, Arabella ?

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