The works of John Dryden, $c now first collected in eighteen volumes. $p Volume 02 by John Dryden
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play, sir:--Size ace I have thrown: I'll play 'em at length, sir.
--Will you, sir? Then you have made a blot sir; I'll try if I can enter: I have hit you, sir. --I think you can cog a dye, sir. --I cog a dye, sir? I play as fair as you, or any man. --You lie, sir. --How! lie, sir? I'll teach you what 'tis to give a gentleman the lie, sir. [_Throws down the tables_. [_They all laugh and discover themselves_. _Isa_. Is this your serious business? _Trice_. O you rogue, are you there? You are welcome, huswife; and so are you, Constance, _Fa tol de re tol de re la_. [_Claps their backs_. _Isa_. Pr'ythee be not so rude, Trice. _Trice_. Huswife Constance, I'll have you into my larder, and shew you my provision: I have cockles, dainty fat cockles, that came in the night; if they had seen the day, I would not have given a fart for 'em. I would the king had 'em. |
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