human
Get up an' go to bed. Doan't whine, for God's sake, or you'll drive me daft. I've paid afore, an' I'll pay again; an' may the Lard help him who ever owes me ought. No mercy have I ever had from living man,--'cept Miller,--none will I ever shaw.
gpt
Not to-morrow, Will--not this week. Promise that, an' I'll get into bed an' bide quiet. For your love o' me, just leave it till arter Christmas time. Promise that, else you'll kill me. No, no, no--you shaa'n't shout me down 'pon this. I'll cry to 'e while I've got life left. Promise not till Christmas be past.
human
I'll promise nothing. I must think in the peace o' night. Go to sleep an 'bide quiet, else you'll wake the li'l gal.
gpt
I won't--I won't--I'll never sleep again. Caan' t'e think o' me so well as yourself--you as be allus thinking o' me? Ban't I to count in an awful pass like this? I'm no fair-weather wife, as you knaws by now. If you gives yourself up, I'll kill myself. You think I couldn't, but I could. What's my days away from you?
human
Hush, hush! he said.
gpt
Be you mad? 'T is a matter tu small for such talk as that.
human
Promise, then, promise you'll be dumb till arter Christmas.
gpt
So I will, if you 'm that set on it; but if you knawed what waitin' meant to the likes o' me, you wouldn't ax. You've got my word, now keep quiet, theer 's a dear love, an' dry your eyes.