Where is this wicked husband of mine! odds bodikins and pins! I heard his voice; you’ve hid him somewhere! you ought to be ashamed of yourselves to inveigle a husband from a tender, loving spouse; but I’m put upon by all, because they know the mildness of my temper.—[_They laugh._]—Odds bodikins and curling irons, but some of you shall laugh the other sides of your mouths—I’ll pull your pates for you.(29) _Music._—_Chases them round table; they exit._—DAME _upsets table and discovers_ RIP. DAME. Oh, you Rip of all rips! what have you to say for yourself? RIP. Here is your [go-to-hell],(30) unt your family’s, unt may you all live long and [prosper]. DAME. [_Pulling him down the stage by the ear._] I’m cool—that is to say not very hot: but the mildest temper in the world would be in a passion at such treatment. Get home, you drunken monster, or I sha’n’t be able to keep my hands off you. Tell me, sir, what have you been about all day? RIP. Hard at work, my dumpsy dumpsy; de first ting I see dis morning was a fine fat rabbit. DAME. A rabbit? Oh, I do like rabbits in a stew; I like everything in a stew. RIP. I be [d——d](31) but dat is a fact. DAME. Well, well, the rabbit? RIP. I was going to tell you, well, dere was de rabbit feeding in de grass. DAME. Well, well, Rip? RIP. I [puts](32) my gun to my shoulder— DAME. Yes,— RIP. I takes goot aim mit him. DAME. Yes,— RIP. I [pulls](33) my trigger, unt— DAME. Bang went the gun and down the rabbit fell. RIP. Eh? snap went [de](34) gun and off de rabbit run. Ha, ha, ha! DAME. No! RIP. I be [d——d fun](35) dat is a fact. DAME. And you shot nothing? RIP. Not dat time; but de next time, I picks me my flint, unt I [creeps](36) up to de little [pond](37) by de old field, unt dere—what do you [tink](38) I see? DAME. Ducks? RIP. More as fifty black ducks—ducks as big as [a goose](39)—well, I hauls up again. DAME. And so will I [_Raising stick._] if you miss fire this time. RIP. Bang! DAME. How many down? RIP. [One!](40) DAME. Not more than one duck out of fifty? RIP. Yes, a great deal more as [one] duck. DAME. Then you shot more than one? RIP. Yes, more as one duck,—I shot one old bull. DAME. What? RIP. I’m [d——d fun] dat is a fact! dat was one down, and [my goot im himmel](41) how he did roar and bellow, unt lash his tail, unt snort and sneeze, unt sniff! Well, de bull puts right after me, unt I puts right away fun de bull: well, de bull comes up mit me just as I was climbing de fence, unt he catch me mit his horns fun de [seat](42) of my breeches, unt sent me flying more as a mile high.—Well, by-and-bye directly, I come down aready in a big tree, unt dere I sticks fast, unt den— DAME. You went fast asleep for the rest of the day. RIP. Dat’s a fact. How(43) you know dat? you must be a witch. DAME.