WATERMAN—Come up, you old brute!
OFF-SIDE HORSE.—Old brute! What evidence of a low mind!—[The stout woman and fat family ascend the steps of the coach].
COACH.—O law! oh, law! Week! week! O law!—O law! Week! week!
NEAR-SIDE HORSE—Do you hear how the poor old thing’s a sufferin’?—She must feel it a good deal to have her squabs sat on by everybody as can pay for her. She was built by Pearce, of Long-acre, for the Duchess of Dorsetshire. I wonder her perch don’t break—she has been crazy a long time.
WATERMAN.—Snow-hill—opposite the Saracen’s Head.
NEAR-SIDE HORSE.—I know’d it!
COACHMAN.—Kuck! kuck!
WHIP.—Whack! whack!
OFF-SIDE HORSE.—Pull away, my dear fellow; a little extra exertion may save us from flagellation.
NEAR-SIDE HORSE.—Well, I’m pulling, ain’t I?