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I've forgot what I never have known. What's this that you prate of? When last did we meet?

When last we met was when first we met.

[To .]

Give your father a drink; he is thirsty, I'm sure.

Father? You're drunk, woman! Do you call him?

I should think you might well know the pig by its skin! Why, where are your eyes? Can't you see that he's lame In his shank, just as you too are lame in your soul?

Would you have me believe?

Would you wriggle away?

This long-leggëd urchin!

He's shot up apace.

Dare you, you troll-snout, father on me?