MRS. B. At six o'clock? SCHMIDT. Yaw. [_Exit MRS. B._ (_SCHMIDT is troubled with the mosquitoes; he rises, shakes the bed, lies down again, is just boasting that when the morning comes he'll walk out and forget to pay the four dollars, when he finds himself disturbed by the black servant._) TEDDY. I say, you, here! SCHMIDT (_remaining snugly ensconced in bed_). Well, well; what is it you want now? TEDDY. Mrs. Barrisnobe sent me up for that four dollars. SCHMIDT. What, didn't I pay her? TEDDY. No, you did not. SCHMIDT. Well, tell the old woman that I will give her the money in the morning. TEDDY. You will pay me four dollars now. SCHMIDT. No, not till the morning. TEDDY. I say now. SCHMIDT. No. TEDDY. Oh! no, is it? I'll soon show you all about paying that money. (_exit, and returns with a broomstick, belaboring SCHMIDT all over head and body, says_) Pay me that money, will you? SCHMIDT (_springing up from the bed, says_). Oh, yaw, yaw! I'll give you the four dollars; yaw, yaw, me no stand the clubbing. TEDDY. Thank you, sar. I'll call you at six in the morning. SCHMIDT. Got away with yaw six and clubbing. [_Exit._ _Enter CLOWN._ CLOWN (_entering, gazes at the headboard of the bed, says_). Confound it! Why don't they mark the numbers plain, so that a fellow can read them? However, I will wake the man up. (_giving him a shake, says_) Charley, Charley, wake up. SCHMIDT (_moving himself on bed restlessly_). What is the matter now? CLOWN. The matter? Why, we are ordered for an early morning rehearsal. Get up. SCHMIDT. I want no hearse; me not dead yet. Go away. CLOWN. Hearse! Funerals! No. Me and you got to get to the circus and rehearse the double somersault. SCHMIDT (_sitting bolt upright in bed, says_). I want no summer suit; my clothes are right here. CLOWN. Oh, dear, I made a mistake. I thought you was a clown, and you are an old Dutchman. Get back into your bed. A thousand pardons. [_Exit._ SCHMIDT. Confound it! Four dollars for a bed! First that old nigger comes and gives me a clubbing, then that other white-faced monkey comes here and wants to know if I want a hearse, a summer suit, then says it's a beefsteak. _Enter an IRISHMAN._ PAT (_enters, says_). Ah, this must be the bed. You here, Mike? Mike, hurry up. SCHMIDT. Hi, now, vot is all dis trouble about? PAT. Why, Mike, hurry up; we got to catch the early morning train. We must start, you know, for Boston, and that right away. Now hurry up. SCHMIDT. I want no train, no Boston. I paid four dollars for this bed, and I've had no sleep on it yet. PAT. Four dollars for that bed? I don't believe it. But, I say, do you hear, hurry up, no fooling. SCHMIDT (_rising up_). Are you going to get out of here?