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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 McRory; 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.)

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.