Page:New comedy, or, A dialogue between the coalman and his son.pdf/4

 ( 4 ) come o'er ye're cannopy, I fancy ye think ye're ſpeaken to yoʻre whey bearded monkeys like ye're fcl. Od, as I was comin' in at Briſto port wit him, whare we ſaw a miſtreſs and her cat ſitting in the winnock : Sae I aſked him whether he wad hae the auld yane or tha young yane; and he ſaid the young yane: deil's is the dryten bitch, he wad tak the young yane, and fill Gilmorton fu' o kitlens. that's a the fence that he has in his brain! Dae ye bear laddie, Was ye down at the ſign of the meal ſirlot, ye ken whare ye gat the girdle tarles ? Son. I was there father, an I tipt the maggot lead on her, thouga beſides I got baith a piece an a drink trae her, beſides a babee for maggs. Father. Do ye hear laddie? ye maun gang down to Mrs-od keep me. has my memery cícapet ine already firs? Ay, ay, Mrs Jamiſon's down the town, the firſt turnpike abun the Nether-box. Port, an firſt door of the ſtair, and there ye main chap gently, for thirs a braſs nocker on the door. Son. I'll chap wi' my ſite father, I'll chap wi' my ſite. Father. Chap wi' ye're ſite ye dryten bi ch that ye're ; what for wad ye chap wi' yere fire fir! do ye ken its a grand houſe lad, and when the ſervant maid comes to the door, you maun let a grand ſcrap and ca her madam at every word: Od lad ſhe'll caſt a rough bane in ye're teeth, or elle a prime ſalt herring, for I ken ſhe keeps primmers. Son. I fella father, I fella. Father. And when the lady comes, ye maun ſay, O madam, here's a prime lead for you the day, an if the aſk the price of them, juſt a ten pence, tak them or want them: but you maun hear her bode though ; it ſhe ſay they're maggot, a deil e' maggot bit's about them, for they're as fu' as ony nine pea cod in the country: (haſte ye an gang awa laddie) an mind ye're maggs ſir. Son. A'll do ſae father, a'll do ſae.