Gosling. Booby, cease! I mean a Play.
Sampson. Oh!
Gosling. And to crown my joys, 'Twas acted—
Sampson. Well, and how—
Gosling. It made a noise, A kind of mingled—(as if musing).
Sampson. Aye, describe it, try.
Gosling. Like—Were you ever in the pillory?
Sampson. No, Sir, I thank ye, no such kind of game.
Gosling. Bate but the eggs, and it was much the same. Shouts, clamours, laughs, and a peculiar sound, 'Like, like—
Sampson. Like geese, I warrant, in a pound.
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