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Now on my life this boy does sing as like the boy at the Whitefryers as ever I heard: how say you Captain? Suc. I, and the Musicks like theires: come, Sirra, whoes your Poett? Crac. Some mad wag, I warrant him: is this a new song? Mus. Tis the first edition, sir: none else but we had ever coppie of it. Suc. But you wilbe intreated to let a gent have it? Mus.
Your peevish nicenes settle your affections To a more fayre demeaner towards their worth, Or you shall seeke a Mother and a portion. Crac. Nay, if you take away their portions, Ile Meddle no further with them. Lady. Cla. Was it you, good knight of the ill favord Countenance, Who procurd us these loving admonitions? Sir Gef. Nay, and you begin agen, Ile call your Ladie Mother. Suc.
The latter nearly always had their tails broken, as, in order to see if they were eating, I used to lift the lid of the box a little, and on seeing this the lizards rushed to the opening. I shut the box very quickly, red with surprise at such assurance, and crac! in a twinkling, either at right or left, there was nearly always a tail caught.
By no meanes; the author has sworne to the contrary, least it should grow so wonderous old and turne a Ballad. Crac. Well said, Captain; the tother health, Captain: heres good wine, good Tobackoe, good everything: had we but a good wench or two twere excellent. Suc. Great Alexander, does not dreame of this, I warrant yee. Grimes.
As they could not whiten the back of the neck on account of all the delicate little curls of hair growing there, they had, in their love of exactitude, stopped the white plaster in a straight line, which might have been cut with a knife, and in consequence at the nape appears a square of natural skin of a deep yellow. An imperious note sounds on the guitar, evidently a summons! Crac!
There was a merchants daughter the other day Runn mad at sight of itt. Cla. It scared her from her witts: she thought the divell had haunted her. Suc. Valour deserves regard, myne shall propugne Your bewty gainst all opposers. Bel. Alasse! mine is so meane, None will contend with it, it needs no champions. Crac. Contemne me not, lady; I am Cla. A most egregious asse. Crac. Cla.
Sir Hu. Sir Gef. Yes, yes, I can; but let me see, I have almost forgott; to say truth, I never heard the reason, but as the wisest guess hum, hum he should have had her daughter. Crac. I might have had her my self, you know, uncle. Sir Gef. Peace, Nephew, peace, give Justice leave to speake. As I related, the reason I related, Sir, was as I told you. Sir Hu. You told me nothing yet, Sir Geffery.
"So there is a hole?" demanded Montparnasse. "Parbleu! I should say so. But you mustn't tell. It's between the fore legs. The bobbies haven't seen it." "And you climb up? Yes, I understand." "A turn of the hand, cric, crac, and it's all over, no one there." After a pause, Gavroche added: "I shall have a ladder for these children." Montparnasse burst out laughing:
And here, Grimes, ty this cloath about his head: oh, for some blood! Grimes. Here, I have prickt my finger. Tim. Let you and I, Mr. Crackby, goe to buffitts for a bloody nose. Crac. No, no, you shall pardon me for that, Tim ; no, no; no boyes play. Suc. So, so; now set him in the chaires. Hart of valour! he looks like a Mapp oth world. Death, what are these? Enter Musike. Grimes.
I, lets heare that, how it comes: well remembred, you did even speake before me. Crac. O how learnedly could I speake now, might I have licence! Lady. Pray, Sir, Let me not be oppresd with noyse; my cause Beares not so slender waight. For my owne life, So many reasons forfeit it to death That 'twere a Sinn, had I a will to live, To plead to save it; but for this my sonn I do beseech a hearing.
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