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!