You'll go to prison, and that'll be the end on't.
Rip.
Come, no more quarrelling to-night. [We'll][54] see about de rent money to-morrow morning.
Dame.
To-morrow! it's always to-morrow with you. So, Alice, you are sitting and idling as usual, just like your brother, a precious pair of soft pates.
Rip.
Soft [pate][55]—pretty hard I guess, or it would have been [fructured][56] long since and dat's a fact.
Dame.
And now, Alice, come with me that I may satisfy myself how you have disposed of the children, for in these matters you are just such a crawler as that vagrum there, [Is retiring.] that terrapin!
Rip.