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6 By all the holies! And this, my boy, is the theatre where they played Rotrou erewhile.

Ay, and Corneille!

Tra' a la, la, la, la, la, la, la, lère…

You pages there, none of your tricks!…

O sir!—such a suspicion!… [Briskly, to the, the moment the 's back is turned.] Have you string?

Ay, and a fish-hook with it.

We can angle for wigs, then, up there i' th' gallery.

Hark ye, young cut-purses, lend an ear, while I give you your first lesson in thieving.