Dennis. Wife!—I must tell her the joyful news—Mrs. Brulgruddery! my dear!—Devil choak my dear!—she's as deaf as a trunk-maker—Mrs. Brulgruddery!
Enter Mrs. Brulgruddery.
Mrs. Brul. And what do you want, now, with Mrs. Brulgruddery? What's to become of us? tell me that. How are we going on, I shou'd like to know?
Dennis. Mighty like a mile-stone—standing still, at this present writing.
Mrs. Brul. A pretty situation we are in truly!
Dennis. Yes;—upon Muckslush Heath, and be damn'd to it.
Mrs. Brul. And, where is the fortune I brought you?
Dennis. All swallow'd up by the Red Cow.
Mrs. Brul. Ah! had you follow'd my advice, we shou'd never have been in such a quandary.
Dennis. Tunder and turf! didn't yourself advise me to take this public house?