Cope. Oh gentlemen, I’m sorry to see you quarrel.—(To Gull’em)—Let me speak to the gentleman, and I’ll convince him.—(To Green)—Sir, if you’ll give me one pound note, I’ll swear you bought him, and that the horse is yours.
Green. Sir, I’m wery much obliged to you, you’re werry purlite; and as I don’t mind a von pound note, and vishes to ’ave that ’ere hanimal all to myself, vy, there’s the money.
Cope. I’ve done him. (To Gull’em). Oh, the horse belongs to this gentleman,—I saw him pay for it.
Green. To be sure he did.
Gul. Oh, if you paid for him you certainly bought him.
Green. Certainly; I’m glad it’s all settled: I think as how I may as vell ride him home. Vill you please to assist me to mount?—(Gull’m puts him with his face to the horse’s tail).
Green. Holloa! vy the horse’s head’s behind. Turn him round, if you please, young man. Come no tricks.—(They turn the horse round).—Vy the horse’s head is behind yet.—(Green jumps off his back).—I see you are going it, but I’m not to be had—I’m a knowing von! I shall lead him home myself.—Good morning, gentleman, I thank you for all your serwilities.
