WHIT

Phy? phat a clock toest tou tinke it is, man? Tou art right now! phen didst tou ever know, or hear of a shuffishient vatchman, but he did tell the clock, phat bushi ness soever he had? Shleeping, or vaking! ash well as to clock himshelfe, or to lack that shtrikes him! If it be a Ledderhead, tish a very tick Ledderhead, tat sho much noish will not peirsh him. Phat? because o'ty wrought neat cap, and ty pheluet sherkin, Man? phy? I have sheen tee in ty Ledder sherkin, ere now, Mashter o'de hobby-Horses, as bushy and as stately as tou sheem'st to be Away, be not sheen i'my company, here be gentlemen, and men of vorship. We had wonderful ill luck, to miss this prologue o'the purse, but the best is, we shall have five Acts of him ere night: he'll be spectacle enough! I'll answer for't. Oh Creesh! Duke Quarlous, how dost tou? tou dost not know me, I fear? I am to vishesht man, but Iustish Ouerdoo, in all Bartholmew Fair, now. give me twelvepence from tee, I will help tee to a vife vorth forty marks for't, an't be. And she shall show tee as fine cut o'rke fort't in her shmock too, as tou cansht vishe faith; vilt tou have her, vorship full Vin vife ? I will help tee to her, here, be an't be, in to pig-quarter gi'me ty twelpence from tee, I do mean it, man. Prinsh Quarlous if tou has to needs on me, tou shalt find me here, at Vrsla's, I will see phat ale, and punque is i'te pigshty, for tee, bless ty good vorship. A delicate show-pig, little Mistress, with sweet sauce, and crackling, Like de bay-leafe i'de fire, la! Tou shalt ha'de clean side o'de table-clot and di glass vash'd with phatersh of Dame Annessh Clear. Behold, man and see, what a worthy man am ee! With the fury of my sword, and the shaking of my beard, I will make ten thousand men afeard. Who told dee sho? that he vuld never teer, man? He shall not pardon dee, Captain, dou shalt not be par doned. Pre'de shweete heart do not pardon him. Pardon me, little man, dou mushed Like it a little. I tinke I be, he mushed not Like it, indeed. By no meansh Captain, upon reason, he may Like no thing upon reason. Pardon me, thou ougsht to grant him nothing, in no she sh, if dou do love die shelf, angry man. Yes, I tinke it dosh shtinke, Captain. All vapour dosh shtinke. Pardon me, thou knowesht nothing, it cannot by thy leave, angry man. Yesh, I am i'de right, I confesh it, so is de little man too. No, noting was ty question, tou art a learned man, and I am a valiant man, faith la, tou shalt speak for me, and I will fight for tee. Yes, I pre dee now, let him mistake. Stay, Bristle, here is a noder brash o'drunkards, but very quiet, special drunkards, will pay dee, five shillings very well. Take them to dee, in de graish of God: one of hem do's change cloth, for Ale in the Fair, here, to toder is a strong man, a mighty man, my Lord Mayors man, and a wrestler. He has wrashled so long with the bottle, here, that the man with the beard, hash almosht streeke up hish heelsh. Tere he is, pre de taik him hensh, and make ty best on him. How now woman of shilke, what ailsh ty sweet faish? art tou melancholy? Entreat a hundred, velvet woman, I will do it, shpeake out. I will do it, and more, and more, for dee. What Vrsla, an't be bitch, an't be baud an't be! Here, put up de cloaks Vrsh ; de purchase, pre dee now, sweet Vrsh, help dis good brave woman, to a Jordan, an't be. Nay, pre dee leave die consheits, and bring the velvet woman to de— Oh good voordsh, Vrsh, it is a guest o'veluet, i'fait la. As soon ash tou cansht shwet Vrsh. Of a valiant man I tinke I am the patientsh man i'the world, or in all Smithfield. No fait, Captain, dough tou beesht a vishe man, die vit is a mile hence, now. I vas procuring a shmall courtesy, for a woman of fashion here. Gramercy good Vrsh, I tank dee. Yes, by my fait, and trot, it is, Captain: de honesht woe men life is a scurvy dull life, indeed, la. Yes fait, sweet heart, believe him, de leefe of a Bound. woman! but if dou vilt harken to me, I will make tee a free-wo man, and a Lady: dou shalt live Like a Lady, as to Captain saish. I, and ride to Beware and Rumford i'dy Coash, she de Players, be in love vit them; sup vit gallantsh, be drunk, and cost de noting. And lie by twenty on'hem, if dou pleash sweet heart. Tish common, sweet heart, tou mayest do it by my hand: it shall be justified to ty husbands faish, now: tou shalt be as honesht as the skin between his hornsh, la! Mend then, and do every ting Like a Lady, hereafter, never know ty husband, from another man. I, and then it is no dishgrash to know any man. Yes fait, day shall all both be Ladies, and write Madame. I will do't my self for dem. Do, is the vord, and Worser is the middle letter of Madame, Worser Worser, put them together, and make deeds, with out which, all words are alike, la. I pree dee, take a care o'dy shmall Lady, there, Edgworth ; I will look to dish tall Lady my self. Predee, Mashter o'de Monshtersh, help a very sick Lady, here, to a chair, to shit in. They bring Mistr S Oh uerdoo a chair. Good fait now, Vrsla's Ale, and Aquavitae is to blame for't; shit down sweet heart, shit down and shleep a little. I and is anoder Lady, sweet heart; if dou hashed a mind to them gi e me twelve pence from tee, and dou shalt have eder-oder on them! But hear me now, here is one o'de Ladish, a shleep, stay till she but vake man. Yesh faith man, and it is fot tat, we would be gone man. Die very own with e, i'fait, worshipful Adam. I pre dee now, be very brief, Captain; for de new Ladies stay for dee. No, I pre dee, Captain, let him alone. He is a Child in faith, la'. Tou art a vorthy man, and a vorshipfull man still. Tou art a vishe vatchman, i'te mean teem.