“No, Sir,—and so we gave him two.”
“Two shakes! od’s curse!
’Twould make the Patient worse.”
“It did so, Sir!—and so a third we tried.”
“Well, and what then?”—“then, Sir, my master died.”
Ere Will had done ’twas waxing wond’rous late;
And reeling Bucks the streets began to scour;
While guardian Watchmen, with a tottering gait,