would run this dirk into that nasty bulk of yours, and let out some o' the plumb-pudding you pretend to be stuffed with, you swine that you are!
O never mind the lady, Master M
cRory; I'll box you for two-pence.
(Putting himself in a boxing posture.)
Done, sir, for half the money.
(Putting himself in the same posture.)
Dese men very foolish: my hurdy-gurdy and I be but strangers in dis country: we will keep out of de way.
(Retiring to a corner of the stage.)
Enter Worshipton and Jenkins.
Hold, hold! what is all this for? I hired you to give us harmony and not discord, and be damn'd to you!
You shall have that too, an' please your honour.
But I want no more than I bargained for, so keep this for some other occasion, if you please.
