Man. I was never merry in your company, Mr. Lawyer, sure.
Law. Why I am sure you joked upon me, and shammed me all night long.
Man. Shammed! prithee what barbarous law-term is that?
Law. Shamming! why, don't you know that? 'tis all our way of wit, Sir.
Man. I am glad I don't know it, then. Shamming! what does he mean by it, Freeman?
Free. Shamming is telling an insipid dull lie with a dull face, which the sly wag, the author, only laughs at himself; and making himself believe 'tis a good jest, puts the sham only upon himself.
Manly meets an Alderman.
Man. Here's a city-rogue will stick as hard upon us as if I owed him money.
Ald. Captain, noble Sir, I am yours heartily, d'ye see; why should you avoid your old friends?