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Will they beat him, mother?

Let us rather taunt him with all his lies!

Kick him out of the company.

Spit in his eyes.

[To the .]

You're not backing out, smith?

[Flinging away his jacket.]

The jade shall be slaughtered!

[To .]

There, you can see how that windbag is thought of.

[Coming up with a stick in her hand.]

Is that son of mine here? Now he's in for a drubbing! Oh! how heartily I will dang him!

[Rolling up his shirt-sleeves.]

That switch is too light for a carcase like his