Sketches — Volume 01 by Robert Seymour
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"What's the liberty of the press?" "Why calling people what thinks different from 'em all sorts o' names--arn't that a liberty?" "Ay, to be sure!--but it's time to cut--so down with the dust--and let's bolt!" SCENE IV. "Oh! Sally, I told my missus vot you said your missus said about her."--"Oh! and so did I, Betty; I told my missus vot you said yourn said of her, and ve had sich a row!" SALLY. OH! Betty, ve had sich a row!--there vas never nothink like it;-- I'm quite a martyr. To missus's pranks; for, 'twixt you and me, she's a bit of a tartar. I told her vord for vord everythink as you said, And I thought the poor voman vould ha' gone clean out of her head! BETTY. Talk o' your missus! she's nothink to mine,--I on'y hope they von't meet, Or I'm conwinced they vill go to pulling of caps in the street: |
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