[Aloud to his Wife.
Mrs. Brul. [Apart.] Dont you know you've emptied it, you sot, you!
Dennis. [Apart.] Draw a mug of beer—I'll palaver him.
Mrs. Brul. [Apart, and going.] Ah! if you would but follow my advice!
[Exit into the House.
Dennis. You see that woman that's gone sir,—she's my wife, poor soul! She has but one misfortune, and that's a wapper.
Pereg. What's that?
Dennis. We had as a neat a big bottle of brandy, a week ago—and damn the drop's left. But I say nothing—she's my wife, poor creature! and she can tell who drank it. Would'nt you like a sup of sour—I mean, of our strong beer?
Pereg. Pshaw! no matter what. Tell me, is a person of the name of Thornberry still living in Penzance?
Dennis. Is it one Mr. Thornberry you are asking after?