Jane. Will Mr. Morris allow me to show him his new dress?
Patrick. Will Mr. Morris give me leave to help him on with his jacket?
Jane. Dear me! it fits him to a hair! and the cap too! My! I'm a thinking you won't be so proud after this; you can't treat me any more as a servant.
Patrick. Nor me! You won't beat a double tattoo about my shins again in a hurry!
Jane. I shan't be snubbed all day long, and told that my nose is as red as my hair, and my eyes as green as my understanding. What a comfort!
Patrick (cutting a caper in the air, and singing). Hi fol-de-rol! how happy we shall all be! tide-o riddle rol-de-da!
Jane. What are you crying for, Master Morris?
Edward. Oh, how you treat me!
Jane. Why! Is not that the way to read the proverb? "As you have done to others, they shall do to you."
Patrick. You don't seem to see it. We are only giving tit for tat.