'Pooh! you can make another at any time. This is the book I mean' (putting it in his pocket).
'Ah, py Cot, I cannot!'
'Come, come; here's another ten guineas for your book. So, once more good-day t'ye.' (Descends again; and again comes up.) 'But what use is your book to me if I don't understand it? And your lute—you may take it again if you won't teach me to play on it. Come home with me and give me my first lesson.'
'I will come to-morrow.'
'You must come now.'
'I musht tress myshelf.'
'For what? You are the best figure I have seen to-day.'
'I musht be shave.'
'I honour your beard!'
'I musht bud on my wick.'