Let the people leave their bills, but tell them not to call, John!
Say I’m courting Miss Rupee, and mean to pay them all, John!
Out, John! out, John! what are you about, John?
If you don’t say out at once, you make the fellow doubt, John!
Run, John! run, John! there’s another dun, John;
If it’s Prodger, bid him call to-morrow week at one, John!
If he says he saw me at the window as he knocked, John!
Make a face, and shake your head, and tell him you are shocked, John!
Take your pocket handkerchief, and put it to your eye, John!
Say your master’s not the man to bid you tell a lie, John!