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_Jack_. I believe I shall spend it in St. Martin's Lane.
_Jim_. A ha'p'orth on it's mine, you know, Jack.
_Jack_. Well, you do put the stunners on me!
_Jim_. She said we wos to divide it--she did.
_Jack_. 'Taint possible. It beats my ivories. (_He pretends to bite it_. JIM _flies at him in a rage_.)
_Re-enter_ BILL, _with his mouth full_.
_Bill_. Now what are you two a squabblin' over? Oh! Jack's got a yennep, and Jim's iookin' s.h.i.+rty.
_Jim_. She told him to divide it, and he won't.
_Bill_. Who told him?
_Jim_. Mattie.
_Bill_. You dare, Jack? Hand over.
_Jack_. Be hanged if I do.
_Bill_. Then do and be hanged. (_A struggle_.) There, Jim! Now you go and buy what you like.
_Jim_. Am I to give Jack the half?
_Bill_. Yes, if our Mattie said it.
_Jim_. All right, Bill. (_Goes into the shop_.)
_Jack_. I owe you one for that, Bill.
_Bill_. Owe it me then, Jack. I do like fair play--always did (_eating_).
_Jack_. You ain't a sharin' of _your_ yennep, Bill.
_Bill_. Mattie didn't say I was to. She knowed one wouldn't break up into three nohow. 'Tain't in natur', Jack.
_Jack_. You might ha' guv me a bite, anyhow, Bill.
_Bill_. It ain't desirable, Jack--size o' trap dooly considered. Here comes your share.
_Re-enter_ JIM. _Gives a bun to_ JACK.
_Jim_. I tell you what, Bill--she ain't _your_ Mattie. She ain't n.o.body's Mattie; she's a hangel.
_Bill_. No, Jim, she ain't a hangel; she 'ain't got no wings, leastways outside her clo'es, and she 'ain't got clo'es enough to hide 'em. I wish I wos a hangel!
_Jack_. At it again, Bill! I _do_ like to hear Bill a wis.h.i.+n' of hisself! Why, Bill?
_Bill_. Acause they're never 'ungry.
_Jack_. How do you know they ain't?
_Bill_. You never sees 'em loafin' about nowheres.
_Jim_. Is Mattie your sister, Bill?
_Bill_. No, Jim; I ain't good 'nough to have a sister like she.
_Jack_. Your sweetheart, Bill? Ha! ha! ha!
_Bill_. Dry up, Jack.
_Jim_. Tell me about her, Bill. _I_ didn't jaw you.
_Bill_. She lives in our court, Jim. Makes s.h.i.+rts and things.
_Jack_. Oh! ho!
BILL _hits_ JACK. JACK _doubles himself up_.
_Bill_. Jim, our Mattie ain't like other gals; I never see her out afore this blessed day--upon my word and honour, Jim, never!
_Jack_. (_wiping his nose with his sleeve_). You don't know a joke from a jemmy, Bill.
_Bill_. I'll joke you!--A hangel tips you a tart, and you plucks her feathers! Get on t'other side of the way, you little dirty devil, or I'll give you another smeller--cheap too. Off with you!
_Jack_. No, Bill; no, please. I'm wery sorry. I ain't so bad's all that comes to.
_Bill_. If you wants to go with Jim and me, then behave like a gen'leman.
_Jim_. I calls our Mattie a brick!
_Bill_. None o' _your_ jaw, Jim! She ain't _your_ Mattie.
Enter THOMAS.
_Tho._ Childer, dun yo know th' way to Paradise--Row, or Road, or summat?
_Bill_. Dunnow, sir. You axes at the Sunday-school.
_Tho._ Wheer's th' Sunday-school, chylt?
_Bill_. Second door round the corner, sir.
_Tho._ Second dur reawnd th' corner! Which corner, my man?
