(For Brutus is an honorable man,—
So are they all, all honorable men,)
Come I to speak in Cæsar’s funeral.”
Sam.—This isn’t Cæsar’s funeral,—it’s the exhibition of the Spankertown Academy, and it’s my turn to officiate, so get out with Cæsar,—“My name is Nor—”
Tom.—“He was my friend, faithful and just to me;
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honorable man.”
Sam.—Brutus be hanged; who cares for what he said? Come, you’ve sputtered enough; now give me a chance to say something. “My name is—”
Tom.—Come, Sammy, don’t interrupt me again, that’s a clever fellow. Let me finish my piece, and then you shall have the whole platform to yourself.
Sam.—You’re very kind, Mr. Trotter,—altogether too kind! Your generosity reminds me of an Irish gentleman, who couldn’t live peaceably with his wife, and so they agreed to divide the house between them. “Biddy,” says he, “ye’ll jist be after taking the outside of the house, and I’ll kape the inside.”