MUCH COIN, MUCH CARE.
SCENE I.
A Garret meanly furnished; several pairs of old shoes, a coat, hat, bonnet, and shawl hanging against the Wall. Dick is seated on a low stool in front. He works, and sings.
As she lay on that day
In the Bay of Biscay O!
Now that's what I call a good song; but my wife, she can't abear them blusteration songs, she says; she likes something tender and genteel, full of fine words. (Sings in a mincing voice.)
Vake, dearest, vake, and again united
Ve'll vander by the sea-he-he-e.
Hang me, if I can understand a word of it! but when my wife sings it out with her pretty little mouth, it does one's heart good to hear her; and I could listen to her for ever: but, for my own part, what I like is a song that comes thundering out with a meaning in it! (Sings, and flourishes his hammer with enthusiasm, beating time upon the shoe.)