Jeremy. [Haughtily.] I bain’t one for parlours, nor charms, ma’am. I be here for another purpose.
[They leave the room.
Jeremy. [Having watched the party out, moves towards the cider jug.] Now, my man, now, my wench—us’ll see what can be done with the victuals and drink they’ve been and left. ’Tis a fair heavy feed and drink as I do need. Sommat as’ll lift me up through all the trials of this here foolish matrimony and stuff.
[He raises the jug of cider to his mouth as the Curtain falls.
ACT III.—Scene 1.
The next morning. Robert’s cousins are standing by the fire-place of the same room.
Liz. ’Tis powerful unhomely here, Jane.
Jane. And that ’tis. I wish as Robert had never brought us along of him.
Liz. She’s a stuck-up jay of a thing what he’s about to wed if ever I seed one.
Jane. That her be. He’ll live to wish hisself dead and buried one day.