NEAR-SIDE HORSE.—She’s ahailing us! I wonder whether she’s narvous? I’ll let out with my hind leg a bit—(kick)—O Lord! the rheumatiz!
OFF-SIDE HORSE.—Pray don’t. I abjure subterfuges; they are unworthy of a thoroughbred.
NEAR-SIDE HORSE.—Thoroughbred? I like that! Haven’t you just acknowledged that you were a cocktail? Thank God! she’s moving on. Hallo! there’s old Readypenny!—a willanous Tory.
OFF-SIDE HORSE.—I beg to remark that my principles are Conservative.
NEAR-SIDE HORSE.—And I beg to remark that mine isn’t. I sarved Readypenny out at Westminster ‘lection the other day. He got into our coach to go to the poll, and I wouldn’t draw an inch. I warn’t agoing to take up a plumper for Rous.
OFF-SIDE HORSE.—I declare the obese female returns.
WOMAN.—Coach! Hallo! Coach!
WATERMAN.—Here you is, ma’am. Kuck! kuck! kuck!—Come along!—(Pulling the coach and horses).
OFF-SIDE HORSE.—O heavens! I am too stiff to move, and this brute will pull my head off.
NEAR-SIDE HORSE.—Keep it on one side, and you spiles his purchase.