Pompey monologue (Act 5) — The Merchant Prince of Cornville: A Comedy

Hannibal, I hab de call on you. Now let us confabulate togedder like sensible people. Ober two hours ago, I see de mess’nger boy bring de telegram. It ware from Mr. Northlake’s banker, and it read: You made five hundred thousand dollars to-day on Lake Shore stock. Now you hab seen Mr. Northlake cast down, way down,--tremendously, moh dan usual, fo’ ’bout a month,--way down, ’cause he lose all his own and Miss Violet’s fortune speculatin’,--way down; but when he read dat, he smile like de little chile; and he say to me: Pompey, dere’ll be a surprise-party yere to-night. Spread de banquet fo’ de guests. And now we doin’ it, ain’t we?