'No; not for a guinea or two, but by G— you must sell it.'
'My lude ish wert much monnay! It ish wert ten guineas.'
'That it is. See, here is the money!'
'Well, if I musht; but you will not take it away yourself!'
'Yes, yes. Good-bye——'
(After he had gone down he came up again.)
'I have done but half my errand. What is your lute worth if I have not your book?'
'Whad poog, Maishter Cainsporough?'
'Why, the book of airs you have composed for the lute.'
'Ah, py Cot, I can never part wit my poog!'