Dot. Give me my money—give me my money.
Pin. Oh! how I tremble! yet dare not speak to him. [He comes nearer.
Dot. Show my last will and testament. Give me my money.
Pin. I cannot speak to him, to tell him I'll do everything.
Dot. I will haunt thee, and tear thy wife from the fell——
Mrs. Pin. He presents the figure of the poor child we had to cheat Dolly with! Oh, husband, he'll have me to punish thy sins! Oh, he has me, now, now, husband! [They both sink with the Barber at a trap-door.]
Ralph. "He presents the figure of the poor child we had to cheat Dolly with!" How shall I get off this ground. [Going away, fearfully.
Marg. Oh, Ralph! can you leave me? [They meet trembling, as if they found the place open.]
Ralph. Let us keep together, and not go underground in a strange place.