Let’s off to-night—there’s no chance of diskivery.
With me, dear, put up, and don’t stand at livery.
Blush not that I’m a flunky, I implores;
Let not my plushes be the cause of yours.
You to the eyes—but, though more difficulter,
I to the knees plush as the knee plush ultra.”
Take another specimen, and then, as Mr Talfourd says, we shall bid “a-Jew” to Shylock. Remember, too, that we are quoting the best bits.
“Shylock. Jessica! my own flesh and blood revolted?
I locked her in.
Tubal. And she herself has bolted!