‘How many Guineas, Mister?—what a bore he’s!’
‘No Senhor, no Guineas, no Senhor, no say.’
‘Why how the Devil then am I to pay?’
But getting Dollars, he the Dobbin bought,
When something passing, his attention caught.
‘Here, stop that Fellow, Teague, don’t let him pass;
‘I say, you Quiz, what ask you for that Ass?’
‘By Ja—s, Sir,’ says Teague, ‘you’re in a wrong Key,
‘It is a thumping Mule, and not a Donkey.’
‘What!’ retorts John, ‘do you think I am a fool?