This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1879 Excerpt: ... Drawer. Draw. Twenty-two shillings, and y'are welcome, gentlemen. Drawf. Make it up five and twenty, and you two shall cast dice which pays it. Are all parties agreed? I know our noble friend will not be backward. Exit Drawer. Town. Nor ours. Heroic spirit, wilt thou? Enter Drawer, with wine. Draw. Here's more wine, ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1879 Excerpt: ... Drawer. Draw. Twenty-two shillings, and y'are welcome, gentlemen. Drawf. Make it up five and twenty, and you two shall cast dice which pays it. Are all parties agreed? I know our noble friend will not be backward. Exit Drawer. Town. Nor ours. Heroic spirit, wilt thou? Enter Drawer, with wine. Draw. Here's more wine, gentlemen. Town. About with it, about with it! Exit Drawer. Drawf. The dice, the dice! They throw. Tra. Come, 'tis a good throw, coz. Drawf. But that's better, sir. Your friend pays. Wit. Hang him, he cheated; he's a cheat! Want. Ne'er go not I, gentlemen. Wit. You lie, you lie! Pinck. How! the lie J Will you take that? Want. How shall I help it, pray 1 Tra. Well done, coz. Wit. Hang him, he's but a country puppy calf. Pinck. Throw a pot at's head. Want. I--shall--not--hit--him. If--I--do, I--am--no--more--puppy--than--yourself. Throws a pot. Drawf. Why, that was well done. Wit. I'll kick you, sirrah! I learn'd that of you, coz. Pinck. Gallants, expect to hear from us, and suddenly. Drawf. A coach there! Wit. I hope, they--wait--not for us. Hah! Tra. What if they do 1 we fear 'em not. Pay, pay! Boy, there's your reckoning. Call a coach, boy. Exeunt. Enter Scarefool. Scaref. Ha ye wark for a Scot sawger, wha ha bien aw tha wirld ore ons ten toes; ser'd aw religions, an can tha better be o eny. I ha kil'd tha whar a Babilon, body an saw, brent aw her rawlecks wi tha feer o zeal. I can carry twa feces under won hood. I can be a sent, an I can be a deil, gif ye ha wirk for me. I ha seen a powre a riches in me dees, but ha broought noought heom wi me bet St. Andra's Cross, want an poverty. Enter Billy and Jocky. Bil. A sir! the bonny siller came a pece, gif I tol'd um a tale, they'd ga mickle heeds. Geod feith, won pell ser'd a malades. Joe. An whot...
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