DICK.
Five shillings!—five guineas, girl.
MARGERY—(with a scream.)
Five guineas! five guineas! (skips about) tal, lal, la! five guineas! (Runs and embraces her husband.) Oh, Dick! we'll be so rich and so happy. I want a power of things. I'll have a new gown—lavender, shall it be?—Yes, it shall be lavender; and a dimity petticoat; and a lace cap, like Mrs. Pinchtoe's, with pink ribbons—how she will stare! and I'll have two silver spoons, and a nutmeg-grater, and——
DICK.
Ho, ho, ho! what a jabber! din, din, din! You'll have this, and you'll have that! First, I'll have a good stock of neat's leather.
MARGERY.
Well, well, give me the purse; I'll take care of it.
[Snatches at it.
DICK.