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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 s.h.i.+llings, perhaps, eh?
d.i.c.k.
Five s.h.i.+llings!--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.
