Lack. Ah, Tallyho, my dear fellow, I give you joy—Upon my honour I never saw finer running in the whole course of——
Tall. I won't lend you sixpence.
Lack. Sir!
Tall. It's a fine day.
Lack. Why, sir, as to the—ha! ha! ha! Upon my soul, you are the most——
Tall. So I am, ha! ha! ha!
Lack. Ha! ha! ha! Oh, I have you, ha! ha! ha!
Tall. No, you han't, ha! ha! ha! Nor you won't have me, ha! ha! ha! I'm not to be had—know a thing or two—up to all—if you're flint, I'm steel.
Lack. Well, but don't strike fire to me—reserve your flashes of wit or——
Tall. You will catch them, as your coat is a kind of tinder, ha! ha! ha!