Rip.
Here is your [go-to-hell],[30] unt your family's, unt may you all live long and [prosper].
Dame.
[Pulling him down the stage by the ear.] I'm cool—that is to say not very hot: but the mildest temper in the world would be in a passion at such treatment. Get home, you drunken monster, or I sha'n't be able to keep my hands off you. Tell me, sir, what have you been about all day?
Rip.
Hard at work, my dumpsy dumpsy; de first ting I see dis morning was a fine fat rabbit.
Dame.
A rabbit? Oh, I do like rabbits in a stew; I like everything in a stew.
Rip.
I be [d——d][31] but dat is a fact.