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Gibson's grave-stone, and all the parish laugh'd at it?

And don't you remember when you went to church afterwards, how all the children of the village pointed with their fingers, and turn'd round their behinds to you as you pass'd? If you were to write poetry, forsooth!

Devil take you, you filthy lying jade! it is well for you that I scorn to be angry with the likes of you.

(David takes up a stool and runs after her to cast it at her head.) O mercy! my head, my head!

Nay, David, I can't see a lady used ill in my presence. Consider, my good friend, a man in a passion may be compared to three things.

Devil take your three things, and all the things that ever were in the world! If I but once get hold of her!