Jeppe—The devil I have, Jakob! Except a few shillings my wife gave me to buy soap for in town.
Jakob—I know you can beat down the price a couple of pence; what is your purchase, Jeppe?
Jeppe—I am to buy two pounds of soft soap.
Jakob—Why, can't you say that you gave a couple pence more per pound than you paid?
Jeppe—I'm so afraid that my wife will find it out, and then bad luck to me!
Jakob—Pshaw! How'll she find that out? Can't you swear that you spent all your money? You're a dunce.
Jeppe—True enough, Jakob, that's what I can do.
Jakob—Give me the penny then.
Jeppe—There! but you must give me back a ha'penny.
Jakob (comes with a glass and drinks Jeppe's health). Your health, Jeppe!