Mary. Indeed, I did not mean to complain.
Mrs. Brul. Complain?—No, I think not, indeed!—When, besides having a handsome house over your head, the strange gentleman has left two guineas—though one seems light, and t'other looks a little brummish—to be laid out for you, as I see occasion. I don't say it for the lucre of any thing I'm to make out of the money, but, I'm sure you can't want to eat yet.
Mary. Not if it gives any trouble;—but I was up before sunrise, and have tasted nothing to-day.
Mrs. Brul. Eh! why, bless me, young woman! ar'n't you well?
Mary. I feel very faint.
Mrs. Brul. Aye, this is a faintish time o'year; but I must give you a little something, I suppose:—I'll open the window, and give you a little air.
[Dennis Brulgruddery, singing, without.
They handed the whiskey about,
'Till it smoked thro' the jaws of the piper;
The bride got a fine copper snout,
And the clergyman's pimples grew riper.
Whack doodlety bob,
Sing pip.
Mary. There's your husband!
Mrs. Brul. There's a hog;—for he's as drunk as one, I know, by his beastly bawling.