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Cubb'd in a Cabbin, on a Mattress laid, On a brown George, with lousy Swobbers fed; Dead Wine, that stinks of the Borachio, sup From a foul Jack, or greasy Maple Cup! Say, wouldst thou bear all this, to raise the Store, From Six i'th' Hundred to Six Hundred more?
A single Night to have to hold possess and so forth, at discretion. Sir Cau. A Night I shall have her safe and sound i'th' Morning. Sir Feeb. Safe, no doubt on't but how sound. Gay. And for Non-performance, you shall pay me three hundred Pounds, I'll forfeit as much if I tell Sir Cau. Tell? why, make your three hundred pounds six hundred, and let it be put into the Gazet, if you will, Man.
" Whaw, there's a woman i'th next street at's gettin' four tickets fro th' relief folk, reggilar, an' her husban's addlin' thirty shillin' a week o' t' time, as a sinker he is for sure. Aw 'm noan tellin' yo a wort ov a lie. Aw consider sick wark as that's noan reet an' so mony folk clemmin' as there is i' Wigan."
What Intrigues, Sir? be quick, for I'm in haste. Cin. Who was the Lover I surpriz'd i'th' Closet? Scar. Deceptio visus, Sir; the Error of the Eyes. Cin. Thou Dog, I felt him too; but since the Rascal 'scaped me, I'll be reveng'd on thee. Char. Ha, What's the matter here? Scar. Char. What, Cinthio in a Rage! Who's the unlucky Object? Cin. All Man and Woman Kind: Elaria's false. Char.
I shall expect youle hunt with me i'th morning; I have a pack of Doggs sent me will make The Forrest ring. Fra. Ile cheerefully attend you, I love the sport; as earlie as you please, Sir. Ri. I wish wee had all pleasures to delight you, But no thing wants in my true love to serve you. Fra. Yet I must cuckold him; I cannot helpe it. Act the Third. Enter Thomas with Sir Richards bootes. Tho. Sir.
"Beside," as the Labour Master said, "yo'd hardly believe what a difference there it i'th wark o' two men wortchin' at the same heap, sometimes. There's a great deal i'th breaker, neaw; some on 'em's more artful nor others. They finden out that they can break 'em as fast again at after they'n getten to th' wick i'th inside.
It may be you will say, you're Men of Sense; But Faith Were one of you o'th' Stage, and I i'th' Pit, He might be thought the Fop, and I the Wit. On equal Grounds you'll scarce know one from t'other; We are as like, as Brother is to Brother. To judge against me then wou'd be Ill-Nature, For Men are kind to those they're like in Feature.
Crack!" before them stood the funniest, fluffiest brown ball resting on two weak little legs. "Hooray!" shouted the woolly heads. "Peep!" said turkeykin. "It's mine!" Jericho shouted excitedly. "I'th Marm Pitkin'th turkey'th; she laid it there." "It's mine, and I'm going to keep it, and next Thanksgiving I'm going ter eat him." "Think your ma'll let you feed him up for thath?"
There'll be somebody after this i'th mornin'. An' they had some rare fun th' next day, afore they geet these things swapt to their gradely places. However, th' last thing o' Saturday neet th' weshin'-machine wur brought up fro th' clerk's, an' th' organ wur takken to th' chapel." "Well, well," said th' owd woman; "they geet 'em reet at the end of o', then?"
Who calls my Lady? Pis. Where's my Sister? Lys. Pis. I do believe it, good night, Lysette. Who's there? Pis. Where hast thou been? I wanted thee but now. I fell asleep i'th' Lobby, Sir, and had not waken'd Yet, but for the Musick which plays at the Lodgings Of my Lady Erminia. Pis. Curse on them; will they not allow him nights to himself; 'tis hard.
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