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Ha!" shouted the tall gypsy; "it is many a long day since my old Mort slapped a gallant's face for such an affront. But here come our messmates. Good evening, my mumpers; make your bows to this gentleman who has come to bowse with us to-night. 'Gad, we'll show him that old ale's none the worse for keeping company with the moon's darlings. Come, sit down, sit down.
"I! your honour's too good; and indeed, though I say it, Sir, you might do worse; not but what I should be sorry to leave nice snug home here, and this stream, though the trout have been shy lately, ah! that was a mistake of yours, Sir, recommending the minnow; and neighbour Dealtry, though his ale's not so good at 'twas last year; and and but, in short, I always loved your honour dandled you on my knees; You recollect the broadsword exercise? one, two, three augh! baugh! and if your honour really is going, why rather than you should want a proper person who knows the world, to brush your coat, polish your shoes, give you good advice on the faith of a man, I'll go with you myself!"
Ha!" shouted the tall gypsy; "it is many a long day since my old Mort slapped a gallant's face for such an affront. But here come our messmates. Good evening, my mumpers; make your bows to this gentleman who has come to bowse with us to-night. 'Gad, we'll show him that old ale's none the worse for keeping company with the moon's darlings. Come, sit down, sit down.
"And are you content to accept of the King's pardon for your guilt as a rebel, and to keep the church, and pray for the King?" "Blithely, stir," answered the unscrupulous Cuddie; "and drink his health into the bargain, when the ale's gude." "Egad," said the Duke, "this is a hearty cock. What brought you into such a scrape, mine honest friend?"
'Bring out six pints, cries Snac the younger. 'Fo'penny ale's as much as a father can expect when his loving son is a-spendin' the whole of his inheritance upon him. Everybody sipped, the bride included, and the two bull-dogs clinked their mugs together. I sipped myself, being invited as a bystander, and toasted father and son together."
"I! your honour's too good; and indeed, though I say it, Sir, you might do worse; not but what I should be sorry to leave nice snug home here, and this stream, though the trout have been shy lately, ah! that was a mistake of yours, Sir, recommending the minnow; and neighbour Dealtry, though his ale's not so good at 'twas last year; and and but, in short, I always loved your honour dandled you on my knees; You recollect the broadsword exercise? one, two, three augh! baugh! and if your honour really is going, why rather than you should want a proper person who knows the world, to brush your coat, polish your shoes, give you good advice on the faith of a man, I'll go with you myself!"
"And are you content to accept of the King's pardon for your guilt as a rebel, and to keep the church, and pray for the King?" "Blithely, stir," answered the unscrupulous Cuddie; "and drink his health into the bargain, when the ale's gude." "Egad," said the Duke, "this is a hearty cock. What brought you into such a scrape, mine honest friend?"
"True, Anthony, but I felt inclined for a gallop " "I believe you!" he laughed. "And now I'm more than inclined for a pot, a tankard, a flagon, Perry or say a dozen. Damme, I've been breathing nothing but circumambient Kent for the last half-hour Ale, Perry, ale's the word! This way! And by that same token, here's your money. 'T is a glorious beast, your Wildfire, and curst well ridden, begad!"
'She'll no' fend for ye the way I can, returned Meg, 'for I can bake an' mak ye sowans, scones, brose, kail o' all kinds, an' parritch. 'I'd be fain o' some here and now, replied Si, 'for ye are not very hospitable in Hawick. A sup sour ale's all I've had since I took the fell yestreen. 'Puir laddie! said Meg sympathetically.
"Forgotten Doncaster races, nineteen five, hast tha, Ned? Well, Ah'm pained in my choicest feelin's. Here Ah finds 'ee in misfortune, order the stuff tha needs, pay for it, give 'ee good counsel and call 'ee Ned, and 'tis not till ale's drownin' t' sadness of 'ee where it bides, that 'ee call to mind you've forgotten Sam Bunce." "Sam'l ay, Sam'l Ah remembers. 'Twas t' Bunce as came 'ard like.
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