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This is not the first poisoning affair she has been engaged in." "You allude to drabbing bawlor." "Bah!" said Mr. Petulengro; "there's no harm in that. No, no! she has cast drows in her time for other guess things than bawlor; both Gorgios and Romans have tasted of them, and died. Did you never hear of the poisoned plum pudding?" "Never." "Then I will tell you about it.
And last of all, you will find in the rear a legend of godless lackies, palfreniers, and horse-boys, talking of nothing but dicing, drinking, and drabbing." As the pedlar spoke, they had reached the side of the high-road, and Murray's main body was in sight, consisting of about three hundred horse, marching with great regularity, and in a closely compacted body.
And so I stood between your lordship and that temptation, which might have been worse than the ordinary, or the playhouse either; since you wot well what Solomon, King of the Jews, sayeth of the strange woman for, said I to mysell, we have taken to dicing already, and if we take to drabbing next, the Lord kens what we may land in!"
Look at the poetry of Scotland, the heroic part, founded almost entirely on the villainous deeds of the Scotch nation; cow- stealing, for example, which is very little better than drabbing baulor; whilst the softer part is mostly about the slips of its females among the broom, so that no upholder of Scotch poetry could censure Ursula's song as indelicate, even if he understood it.
This is not the first poisoning affair she has been engaged in.’ ‘You allude to drabbing bawlor.’ ‘Bah!’ said Mr. Petulengro; ‘there’s no harm in that. No, no! she has cast drows in her time for other guess things than bawlor; both Gorgios and Romans have tasted of them, and died. Did you never hear of the poisoned plum pudding?’ ‘Never.’ ‘Then I will tell you about it.
I say, Jasper, I hope you have not been drabbing baulor lately." "And suppose we have, brother, what then?" "Why, it is a very dangerous practice, to say nothing of the wickedness of it." "Necessity has no law, brother." "That is true," said I; "I have always said so, but you are not necessitous, and should not drab baulor." "And who told you we had been drabbing baulor?"
Good Master Bunyan, of Elstow, might have added some pages to his account of Vanity Fair had he been with us. The women, be-patched, be-ruddled, and brazen; the men swaggering, roistering, cursing the brawling, the drabbing, and the drunkenness! It was a fit kingdom to be ruled over by such a court.
It was natural for you to suppose, after seeing that dinner of pork, and hearing that song, that we had been drabbing baulor; I will now tell you that we have not been doing so. What have you to say to that?" "That I am very glad of it." "Had you tasted that pork, brother, you would have found that it was sweet and tasty, which balluva that is drabbed can hardly be expected to be.
"Well, he tells one man that the Colonel's a drunkard, another that it's women, another that he gambles and doesn't pay, another that he pays the newspapers to put in all these things about him, while all the time in France he's in a blue funk hiding in his dugout." "That's moonshine," said I. And as regards the drinking, drabbing, and gaming of course it was.
This is not the first poisoning affair she has been engaged in. 'You allude to drabbing bawlor. 'Bah! said Mr. Petulengro; 'there's no harm in that. No, no! she has cast drows in her time for other guess things than bawlor; both Gorgios and Romans have tasted of them, and died. Did you never hear of the poisoned plum pudding? 'Never. 'Then I will tell you about it.
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