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9 in. When he not willing to under- ſtand her, replied,—’tis all one to me, madam, if your red wine is not good let me have a pint of white. Juſt as he had made this contrary anſwer, in comes the hoſtler, and as his miſtreſs was endeaouring to make Mr. Spiller underſtand what ſhe had to ſay to him, the hoſtler cried out to her,— Ay, d—n his deaf head, madam, you may ſpend as much of your breath as you pleaſe to talk to him — but he will never hear a word you ſay; I have, been plagued with him this hour in the ſtable about his d—n’d horſe, and though I roared out in his deaf ears as loud as ever I could, till I had almoſt ſplit my throat, I could not make him underſtand me one word, and there’s his horſe fill in the ſtable, I dare not turn him out, for fear he ſhould be loſt, and the deaf ſon of a b—h ſhould ſwear that I took charge of him. Lord! cried the hoſteſs, l do not know how we ſhall get shut of him. Troth, madam, anſwered the hoſt- ler, 1 fancy it will be beſt to let him alone, and give him nothing that he calls for to eat or drink, and perhaps