Mayor—The name of Itch or Scratch honor this corruption, and by the Eternal, if Hickory dont hide his head at the Hermitage.
Charley—Hickory!
Mayor—Remember November,—the hides of November, O remember. Did not great Fernando bleed for me and Peter and Edward’s sake? Who touched his carcase, and did stab, and not for me and Peter and young Edward? What! Shall they who struck the foremost man of all this city, but for supporting robbers,—shall we now use our fingers, save to grab the Mayor’s and all the Executive Departments? By all the bellonas and doughnuts of the world, I’d rather be a hog and grow as fat as Matsell, than to be a cadaverous crow, and live on vultures, and the shadows of the moon.
Charley—Daniel: I’ll slap your chops. I’ll not stand it. You forget yourself to pen me in. I’m a contractor, I, older in practice, and sharper than yourself to make contracts.
Mayor—Go to: You are not, Charley.
Charley—Dam if I aint.
Mayor—I say you are not.
Charley—How dare you so excite my dander? Look out for your dimes. I had a father, and I was a baker.
Mayor—Away spare man.
Charley—Toads and frogs! Am I Charley, or am I not. Where’s the looking glass?