I won't go from my word under two gallon o' fourpenny.'
"'You agreed to hand her over for one gallon, first along,' says t'other, 'an' a bargain's a bargain.'
"Says the woman, 'You're a pair o' hair-splitting shammicks, the pair of 'ee. An' how much beer be I to have for my weddin' portion?' (says she)—'for that's all I care about, one way or t'other.'
"Now Ould Wounds looked at the woman; an' 'tis to be thought he found her eyeable, for he axed up sharp—
"'Would 'ee kick over these two, an' marry me, for a bottle o' gin?'
"'That would I.'
"'An' to be called My Lady—Countess o' Bellarmine?'
"'Better an' better.'
"'I shall whack 'ee.'
"'I don't care.'
"'I shall kick an' cuff an' flog 'ee like a span'el dog,' says he: 'by my body! I shall make 'ee repent.'
