Myr. I am glad you have it about you, however.
Squ. Rich. Nay, mahap not soa neather, somebody else may have it, 'at you little think of.
Myr. I can't imagine what you mean!
Squ. Rich. Noa! why doan't you know how many folks there is in this room, naw?
Myr. Very fine, Master, I see you have learnt the town gallantry already.
Squ. Rich. Why doan't you believe 'at I have a kindness for you then?
Myr. Fy! fy! Master, how you talk! beside you are too young to think of a wife. Squ. Rich. Ay but I caunt help thinking o' yow, for all that.
Myr. How! why sure, Sir, you don't pretend to think of me in a dishonourable way?
Squ. Rich. Nay, that's as you see good——I did no' think 'at you would ha' thowght of me for a husband, mayhap; unless I had means in my own hands; and feyther allows me but half a crown a week, as yet a while.
Myr. Oh! when I like any body, 'tis not want of money will make me refuse them.