Pullen. A dunno. Thowt o' that champagne, A reckon.
(_Enter R. Mrs. Jones--a slight careworn woman of about thirty with pinched features and wears clogs, and a drab cloth skirt, blouse and a shawl over her head, all well worn. She crosses quickly to Jones shakes his should, violently, speaking in a shrill voice._)
Mrs. Jones. Thee coom whoam, Bob Jones. Coom 'ome, A tell thee.
Alcott. Eh! missus, what's to do? Mrs Jones (_turning on him_). Thee shut tha ugly mug, and don't put thy spoke in atween man an wife. (_To Jones._) Now then, art coomin.
Mrs. Jones. Tha knows. A tould thee A'd coom an' fetch thee whoam if tha dared to shove tha nose in at meetin'. Strike indeed, tha great leatherhead! Wait till A get thee to whoam. A'll give thee strike.
Livesey. Leave 'im be, missus. Tha don't know what tha's talkin' about.
Mrs. Jones. Don't A, ma lad? (_Her arms go akimbo._) Maybe A knows more than the lot o' you put together. Ma faither were on strike onct when A were nobbut a young wench. A knows what strikes means. Strikes means clemmin', and ma childer shallna clem as A'd to clem then if A can 'elp it. Now, then, ar't coomin'?
Jones (_rising_). Leave be. This 'ere's not wimmen's business.
Mrs. Jones. No, but it's a woman's business to see as 'er childer gets their baggin', an' it's a woman's business to sit an' watch 'em clem if theer's no baggin' to give 'em. It's you men as does th' silly things an' us women an' childer as pays for 'em. Thee coom whoam an' quit makkin' a fool o' thasel'. (_Pulling Jones towards door._)
Jones. _'_Ere, missus, see yon door? Well, get thasel' 't'other side o' it sharp. Tha's no reeght in 'ere at all.
Mrs. Jones. A've the reeght o' a moother wi young bellies to fill. Tha coom whoam or tha'll get rough side o' ma tongue till tha'll wish tha'd never, bin born. Wait while A get hold o' yon Bunting chap, an' all. A'll give 'im strikes. What does 'e want wi' interferin' in other folk's business wantin' folks to strike--'im as 'as allays gone fed an' warm clothed an' doan't know what clemmin' means? A'll strike _'_im, A will.
Livesey. Tha don't understand, Mrs. Jones.
Jones. Coom on now. Let's 'ave no more o' it. Outside.
Jones. Don't thee, by gum? (_Picking her up._) It's all same to me which way tha goes. (_Crossing to door r., carrying her struggling._)