[130]: Clarisse et Paméla en font beaucoup trop.
[131]: Il était pourtant fils d'un général et petit-fils d'un comte.
[132]: Impossible de tout traduire. Liv. VI, ch. 9. Voyez vous-même l'offre remarquable que le squire fait à Jones.
[133]: It's well for un I could not get at un; I'd a lick'd un, I'd a spoil'd his caterwauling; I'd a taught the son of a whore to meddle with the meat of his master. He shan't ever have a morsel of meat of mine or a varden to buy it. If she will ha un, one smock shall be her portion. I'll sooner gee my estate to the zinking fund, that it may be sent to Hanover, to corrupt our nation with.
[134]: Puss, terme de chasse, sans équivalent en français.
[135]: Pox o' your sorrow. It will do me abundance of good, when I have lost my only child, my poor Sophy, that was the joy of my heart, and all the hope and comfort of my age. But I am resolved I will turn her out o' doors; she shall beg and starve and rot in the streets. Not one hapenny, not a hapenny shall she ha o' mine. The son of a bitch was always good at finding a hare sitting and be rotted to'n; I little thought what puss he was looking after. But it shall be the worst he ever vound in his life. She shall be no better than carrion; the skin o'er it is all he shall ha, and zu you may tell un.
[136]: I am determined upon this match, and ha him you shall, damn me, if shat unt. Damn me, if shat unt, though dost hang thyself the next morning.
[137]: To her, boy, to her, go to her. That's it, my little honeys, O that's it. Well, what, is it all over? Has she appointed the day, boy? What, shall it be to-morrow, or the next day? It shan't be put off a minute longer than next day, I am resolved.... I tell thee it is all a flimflam. Zoodikers! she'd ha the wedding to night with all her heart. Would'st not, Sophy? Where the devil is Allworthy?... Harkee, Allworthy, I'll bet thee five pounds to a crown, we ha a boy to-morrow nine months. But prithee, tell me what wat ha? Wat ha Burgundy, Champaigne, or what? For please Jupiter, we'll make a night on't.
[138]: Préface de Joseph Andrews.
[139]: Jonathan Wild.