‘Sir Sostris, hey? Sir Sostris? ‘Pon my word!
Knight or a Baronet, my Lord?
One of my making? what, my Lord, my making?’
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‘Pray, pray, my Lord, who’s that big fellow there?’
‘’Tis Hercules,’ replied the shrinking Peer.
‘Strong fellow, hey, my Lord? strong fellow, hey?
Clean’d stables; crack’d a Lion like a flea;
Kill’d Snakes, great Snakes, that in a cradle found him—The
Queen, Queen’s coming: wrap an apron round him.’ ”