No matter for that. I'll have it a-done; and if you don't do as I do bid,
I'll hit you in the head.
Old Bet.
You may do as you like for all I do care,
I'll never fry a dry jack hare.
Old Father Christmas.
Oh! you won't, wooll'ee?
(He strikes her and she falls.)
Oh! what have I done! I have murdered my wife!
The joy of my heart, and the pride of my life.
And out to the gaol I quickly shall be sent.
In a passion I did it, and no malice meant.
Is there a doctor that can restore?
Fifty pounds I'll give him, or twice fifty more.
(Some one speaks.)
Oh! yes, Uncle Jan, there is a doctor just below, and for God's sake let him just come in. Walk in, Doctor.
Enter Doctor.