James. I'll give him a message, if you like.
Bill. Well, you may tell him the bargain's hoff, and if he wants his money, it's a waitin' of him round the corner.
James. You little blackguard! Do you suppose a gen'leman's a goin' to deliver sich a message as that! Be off, you himp! (Makes a dart at him.)
Bill (dodging him). How d'e do, Clumsy? Don't touch me; I ain't nice. Why, what was you made for, Parrot? Is them calves your own rearin' now? Is that a quid or a fardin? Have a shot, now, Shins.
James. None o' your imperence, young blackie! 'And me over the money, and I'll give it to the gen'leman.
Bill. Do you see anything peticlar green in my eye, Rainbow?
JAMES makes a rush. BILL gets down before him. JAMES tumbles
over him. BILL blacks his face with his brush.
Bill (running a little way). Ha! ha! ha! Bill Shoeblack—his mark! Who's blackie now? You owes me a penny—twopence—'twor sich a ugly job! Ain't shiny? I'll come back and shine ye for another penny. Good mornin', Jim Crow! Take my adwice, and don't on no account apply your winegar afore you've opened your hoyster. Likeways: Butter don't melt on a cold tater. Exit.
Exit JAMES into the house, banging the door.
Enter WATERFIELD, followed by BILL.
Bill. Please, sir, I been a watchin' for you.