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Ay, that I should, to my dying day. Talb. Will you come with me, then, and you'll do me some guineas' worth of service? Farm. Ay, that I will, with a deal of pleasure; for you be a civil spoken young gentleman; and, besides, I don't think the worse on you for being FRIGHTED a little about your mother; being what I might ha' been, at your age, myself; for I had a mother myself once.
Talb. I tell you it was this time last year, man, that I was mounted upon a fine bay hunter, out a-hunting. Farm. Zooks! would you argufy a man out of his wits? You won't go for to tell me that you are that impertinent little jackanapes! Talb. No! no! I'll not tell you that I am an impertinent little jackanapes! Well, don't then, for I can't believe it; and you put me out. Where was I? Talb.
It is all I can do to forgive this. Wheeler might well say you are a bad electioneerer. Talb. Oh, hang it! I forgot my election, and your fifty-six friends. Enter RORY O'RYAN. Fifty-six friends, have you, Talbot?
Come in along with us, Farmer Hearty come in. Whom have we here? What now? Come down, lads; here's more fun. Rory. What's here, Talbot? Talb. An honest farmer, and a good natured landlord, who would come here along with me to speak Farm. Rory. 'Faith, now, the more short winded a story, the better, to my fancy. Burs. Wheeler, what's the matter, man? you look as if your under jaw was broke. Farm.
In front, TALBOT, WHEELER, LORD JOHN and BURSAL. Talbot. Fair play, Wheeler! Have at 'em, my boy! There they stand, fair game! There's Bursal there, with his dead forty-five votes at command; and Lord John with his how many live friends? Sir, I have fifty-six friends, I believe. Talb. Fifty-six friends, his lordship believes Wheeler inclusive, no doubt. Lord J. That's as hereafter may be.
Talb. What? for I don't keep a register of my sayings. Oh, it was something about gaming Wheeler was flattering your taste for it, and he put me into a passion I forget what I said. But, whatever it was, I'm sure it was well meant, and I believe it was well said. Lord J. But you laugh at me sometimes to my face. Talb. Would you rather I should laugh at you behind your back? Lord.
Never fear! never fear, man! a warm frind and a bitter enemy, that's my maxim. Talb. Yes, but too warm a friend is as bad as a bitter enemy. Rory. Oh, never fear me!
I should make a very bad, and, I am sure, a miserable toad eater. I had much rather, if I were obliged to choose, earn my own bread, than live as toad eater with anybody. Mrs. Talb. Fine talking, dear Louisa! Louisa. Don't you believe me to be in earnest, mother! To be sure, you cannot know what I would do, unless I were put to the trial. Mrs. Talb. Nor you either, my dear.
There was a time, my lord to save trouble and a long explanation- -there was a time when you liked Talbots better than spaniels; you understand me? Lord J. I have found it very difficult to understand you of late, Mr. Talbot. Talb. Yes, because you have used other people's understandings instead of your own. Be yourself, my lord.
Wheeler. Hereafter! Oh, fie, my LUD! You know your own Wheeler has, from the first minute he ever saw you, been your fast friend. Talb. Your fast friend from the first minute he ever saw you, my lord! That's well hit, Wheeler; stick to that; stick fast. Fifty-six friends, Wheeler INclusive, hey, my lord! hey, my LUD! Lord J. Talbot EXclusive, I find, contrary to my expectations. Talb.
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