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Rh See—see—the fine fellow grows weak on the stumps. Assist him, ye rascals, to stand! Why, ye stir not a peg!—Are you all in the dumps?— Fighting Attie, go, lend him a hand!

Come, lean upon me—at your service I am! Get away from his elbow, you whelp!—him You'll only upset!—them 'ere fellows but sham!— Here's to Gentleman George—God help him! Here's to Gentleman George—God help him!"