d.i.c.k.
Why, she said--she said as how I sung so fine, she couldn"t sleep o"
mornings.
MARGERY.
Sleep o" mornings! that"s a good joke! Let people sleep o" nights, I say.
d.i.c.k--(_solemnly._)
But she can"t, poor soul, she"s very ill; she has pains here, and pains there, and everywhere.
MARGERY.
Indeed! poor lady! then you mustn"t disturb her no more, d.i.c.k, that"s a sure thing.
d.i.c.k.
Ay, so I said; and so she gave me this.
[_Takes out the purse, and holds it up._
MARGERY--(_clapping her hands._)
O goodness! what a fine purse!--Is there any thing in it?
d.i.c.k--(_c.h.i.n.ks the money._)
Do ye hear that? Guess now.
MARGERY--(_timidly._)
Five shillings, perhaps, eh?
d.i.c.k.
Five shillings!--five guineas, girl.
MARGERY--(_with a scream._)
Five guineas! five guineas! (_skips about_) tal, lal, la! five guineas!
(_Runs and embraces her husband._) Oh, d.i.c.k! we"ll be so rich and so happy. I want a power of things. I"ll have a new gown--lavender, shall it be?--Yes, it shall be lavender; and a dimity petticoat; and a lace cap, like Mrs. Pinchtoe"s, with pink ribbons--how she will stare! and I"ll have two silver spoons, and a nutmeg-grater, and----
d.i.c.k.
Ho, ho, ho! what a jabber! din, din, din! You"ll have this, and you"ll have that! First, I"ll have a good stock of neat"s leather.
MARGERY.
Well, well, give me the purse; I"ll take care of it.
[_s.n.a.t.c.hes at it._
d.i.c.k.
No, thankee, _I"ll_ take care of it.
MARGERY--(_coaxing._)
You know I always keep the money, d.i.c.k!
d.i.c.k.
Ay, Meg, but I"ll keep this, do ye mind?
MARGERY.
What! keep it all to yourself?--No, you won"t; an"t I your wife, and haven"t I a right? I ax you that.
d.i.c.k.
Pooh! don"t be bothering me.
MARGERY.
Come, give it me at once, there"s a dear d.i.c.k!
d.i.c.k.
What, to waste it all in woman"s nonsense and frippery? Don"t be a fool!
we"re rich, and we"ll keep it safe.
MARGERY.
Why, where"s the use of money but to spend? Come, come, I _will_ have it.
d.i.c.k.
Hey-day! you will?--You shan"t; who"s the master here, I say?
MARGERY--(_pa.s.sionately._)
Why, if you come to that, who"s the mistress here, I say?
d.i.c.k.
Now, Meg, don"t you go for to provoke me.
MARGERY.