[Exit.
Mr. Barn. If I had the feeding of you, a thunder bolt should be your supper.
Mrs. Barn. Husband, will you never change your humour? If you go on at this rate, it will be impossible to live with ye.
Mr. Barn. Very true; for in a little time I shall have nothing to live upon.
Mrs. Barn. Do you know what a ridiculous figure you make?
Mr. Barn. You'll make a great deal worse, when you han't money enough to pay for the washing of your shifts.
Mrs. Barn. It seems you married me only to dishonour me; how horrible this is!
Mr. Barn. I tell ye, you'll ruin me. Do you know how much money you spend in a year?
Mrs. Barn. Not I truly, I don't understand arithmetic.
Mr. Barn. Arithmetic, O lud! O lud! Is it so hard to comprehend, that he who receives but sixpence and spends a shilling, must be ruin'd in the end?