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Rh. How should I know?

. I heard you make the pretty darling cry.

. I dropped it out at window.

. Oh you cruel horrid wretch, to drop the pretty baby out at window. Oh! (cries, and wipes her eyes with the corner of her white apron) You barbarous man. Oh!

. You shall have one other soon, Judy, my dear. More where that come from.

. I'll make you pay for this, depend upon it.

Exit in haste.

. There she goes. What a piece of work about nothing!

(dances about and sings, beating time with his head, as he turns round, on the front of the stage)

. I'll teach you to drop my child out at window.

. So—o—oftly, Judy, so—o—oftly! (rubbing