MR. H.
He has heard it all.
LANDLORD Your Honour has had some mortification, to be sure, as a man may say; you have brought your pigs to a fine market.
MR. H.
Pigs!
LANDLORD What then? take old Pry's advice, and never mind it. Don't scorch your crackling for 'em, Sir.
MR. H. Scorch my crackling! a queer phrase; but I suppose he don't mean to affront me.
LANDLORD What is done can't be undone; you can't make a silken purse out of a sow's ear.
MR. H.
As you say, Landlord, thinking of a thing does but augment it.
LANDLORD
Does but hogment it, indeed, Sir.
MR. H. Hogment it! damn it, I said, augment it.
LANDLORD Lord, Sir, 'tis not every body has such gift of fine phrases as your Honour, that can lard his discourse.