Lack. Well, has her money spoiled her dancing?
Tall. No; but I am her guardian, Master Emperor.
Lack. Ha! ha! ha! then, by Heaven! I'll attack Miss Buffalo, or what is that—the grocer's——
Tall. What, then you have thrust your copper face into Sir John Bull's family?
Lack. Bull! ay, I thought it was some beast or other.
Colonel E. Oh, my Lady de Bull—Oh, dat is she, dat is recommend to me by a noble duke in Paris.
Tall. The daughter Doll is a fine filly—We start for matrimony, on our return to Paris.
Lack. After dinner, I'll challenge him in pint bumpers of Casey's burgundy.
Colonel E. And I sall shake an elbow, and set de merry caster.
Tall. Very well, very well, gentlemen, have at you both—yoicks—hurrah!