Schmidt. Me asleep? Vot sleep! Paid four dollars for that bed, and have gotten woken up all dis night long.
Doctor. A little of the deliriems-tremins, young man. You are very sick. You must take some physic. I’m the doctor.
Schmidt. Me vants no doctor, no physic; vant to get four dollars worth out of dis bed.
Doctor. But I’m the doctor. I want five dollars.
Schmidt. You get right out of here and I’ll give you ten dollars in the morning if you will physic that old nigger down-stairs.
Doctor (retreats, saying). I see I made a mistake; gone to the wrong bed. [Exit.
Schmidt. Another beefsteak. I vonder if any more of ’em is coming up. Four dollars for dis bed!
Enter Young Lady with a long nose.
Adelina (shows herself at the window, says). I think my Willie must be here. I will enter. (she approaches the bed) Willie, Willie.
Schmidt. Vot matter now? I no Willie.