[_Shaking hands._] Now, I'll tell ye. Zur Philip did
send vor I about the money I do owe 'un; and said as how he'd make all
straight between us----
_Dame._ That was kind.
_Ash._ Ees, deadly kind. Make all straight on condition I did turn Henry
out o'my doors.
_Dame._ What!
_Henry._ Where will his hatred cease?
_Dame._ And what did you say, Tummas?
_Ash._ Why I zivelly tould un, if it were agreeable to he to behave like
a brute, it were agreeable to I to behave like a man.
_Dame._ That was right. I wou'd have told him a great deal more.
_Ash._ Ah! likely. Then a' zaid I shou'd ha' a bit a laa vor my pains.
_Henry._ And do you imagine I will see you suffer on my account? No--I
will remove this hated form---- [_Going._]
_Ash._ No, but thee shat'un--thee shat'un--I tell thee. Thee have givun
me thy hand on't, and dom'me if thee sha't budge one step out of this
house. Drabbit it! what can he do? he can't send us to jail. Why, I have
corn will zell for half the money I do owe'un--and han't I cattle and
sheep? deadly lean to be zure--and han't I a thumping zilver watch,
almost as big as thy head? and Dame here a got----How many silk gowns
have thee got, dame!
_Dame.
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