Dame.
[Without.] Rip! you lazy varmint! Rip!
Rip.
[Gets under the table with bottle.] Look out, boys! de wild cat's coming.
Music.—Vedder, Rory and Clausen, at table.—Enter Dame, with a stick.
Dame.
Where is this wicked husband of mine! odds bodikins and pins! I heard his voice; you've hid him somewhere! you ought to be ashamed of yourselves to inveigle a husband from a tender, loving spouse; but I'm put upon by all, because they know the mildness of my temper.—[They laugh.]—Odds bodikins and curling irons, but some of you shall laugh the other sides of your mouths—I'll pull your pates for you.[29]
Music.—Chases them round table; they exit.—Dame upsets table and discovers Rip.
Dame.
Oh, you Rip of all rips! what have you to say for yourself?