No matter for that. I'll have it a-done; and if you don't do as I do bid, I'll hit you in the head. OLD BET. You may do as you like for all I do care, I'll never fry a dry jack hare. OLD FATHER CHRISTMAS. Oh! you won't, wooll'ee? (_He strikes her and she falls._) Oh! what have I done! I have murdered my wife! The joy of my heart, and the pride of my life. And out to the gaol I quickly shall be sent. In a passion I did it, and no malice meant. Is there a doctor that can restore? Fifty pounds I'll give him, or twice fifty more. (_Some one speaks._) Oh! yes, Uncle Jan, there is a doctor just below, and for God's sake let him just come in. Walk in, Doctor. _Enter_ DOCTOR. OLD FATHER CHRISTMAS. Are you a doctor? DOCTOR. Yes, I am a doctor--a doctor of good fame. I have travelled through Europe, Asia, Africa, and America, and by long practice and experience I have learned the best of cures for most disorders instant (_incident?_) to the human body; find nothing difficult in restoring a limb, or mortification, or an arm being cut off by a sword, or a head being struck off by a cannon-ball, if application have not been delayed till it is too late. OLD FATHER CHRISTMAS. You are the very man, I plainly see, That can restore my poor old wife to me. Pray tell me thy lowest fee. DOCTOR. A hundred guineas, I'll have to restore thy wife, 'Tis no wonder that you could not bring the dead to life. OLD FATHER CHRISTMAS. That's a large sum of money for a dead wife! DOCTOR. Small sum of money to save a man from the gallows. Pray what big stick is that you have in your hand? OLD FATHER CHRISTMAS. That is my hunting pole. DOCTOR. Put aside your hunting pole, and get some assistance to help up your wife. (OLD BET _is raised up to life again._) Fal, dal, lal! fal, dal, lal! my wife's alive! _Enter_ SERVANT MAN _who sings._ Well met, my brother dear! All on the highway Sall and I were walking along, So I pray, come tell to me What calling you might be. I'll have you for some serving man. OLD FATHER CHRISTMAS. I'll give thee many thanks, And I'll quit thee as soon as I can; Vain did I know Where thee could do so or no, For to the pleasure of a servant man. SERVANT MAN. Some servants of pleasure Will pass time out of measure, With our hares and hounds They will make the hills and valleys sound That's a pleasure for some servant man. OLD FATHER CHRISTMAS. My pleasure is more than for to see my oxen grow fat, And see them prove well in their kind, A good rick of hay, and a good stack of corn to fill up my barn, That's a pleasure of a good honest husband man. SERVANT MAN.