(Shakes him.)
Alph. (Waking up.) A horse—a horse! A kingdom for a horse!
Aug. (Calling.) Four-wheeler!
Alph. (Seizing him.) Liar and slave, I’ve set my life upon the cast, and have sworn the hazard of the die! Six statues have I seen to-day—alive—alive—alive, oh!
(Throws Augustus down.)
Jane. Whatever is the matter, Alphonzo? You must be dreaming!
Alph. (Recovering himself.) Eh! Dreaming? (Looks at the figure; looks for ring. Finds it on ground.) Dreaming?—that’s it! I’ve dreamt it! Oh, I’ve had such a fearful dream—worse than the jim-jams—but it’s all right now! Here’s the ring I bought, which I thought I’d lost. (Puts it on Jane’s finger.) Now, will I be your wife? I mean will you be my wife?
Jane. (Shyly.) I don’t know.
Alph. Have me a week on trial! No, I don’t mean that. You know what I mean. Will you—eh, one, two, three?
(They embrace.)