Amst. There’s a world of Men kill’d they say; why, what a shame ’tis so many thousands should die without the help of a Physician.
Leyd. Hang ’em, they were poor Rogues, and not worth our killing; my service to you, Sir, they’ll serve to fill up Trenches.
Sir Cred. Spaniel, Sir! no Man breathing understands Dogs and Horses better than my self.
Fat D. Your pardon for that, Sir.
Sir Cred. For look ye, Sir, I’ll tell you the Nature of Dogs and Horses.
Fat D. So can my Groom and Dog-keeper; but what’s this to th’ purpose, Sir?
Here they leave off.
Sir Cred. To th’ purpose, Sir! good Mr. Hedleburgh, do you understand what’s to th’ purpose? you’re Dutch Butter-ferkin, a Kilderkin], a Double Jug.
Fat D. You’re an ignorant Blockhead, Sir.
Sir Cred. You lye, Sir, and there I was with you again.