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Always ! I did not cheat them in the bargain.
Count. Nay rather—thou hast ever shown thyself
Wal. I never saw it in this light before.
Count. Then betwixt thee and him (confess it Friedland!)
The planets shoot good fortune in fair junctions,
Wal. Send Wrangel to me-1 will instantly
DR. OLLAPOD—SIR CHARLES CROPLAND.....George Colman.
Ollapod. Sir CHAREES, I have the honour to be your slave. Hope your health is good. Been a hard winter here-Sore throats were plenty ; so were wood-cocks. Flush'd four couple, one morning, in a half-mile walk, from our town, to cure Mrs. Quarles of a quinsy. May coming on soon, Sir Charles. Hope you come to sojourn. Shouldn't be always on the wing-that's being too flighty. Do you take, good sir, do you take?
Sir Charles. Oh, yes, I take. But, by the cockade in your hat, Ollapod, you have added lately, it seems to your avocations.
Olla. My dear Sir Charles, I have now the honour to be cornet in the volunteer association corps of our town. It fell out unexpected--pop on a sudden; like the going off of a field-piece, or an alderman in an apoplexy.
Sir C. Explain.
Olla. Happening to be at home-rainy day-no going out to sport, blister, shoot, nor bleed—was busy behind the counter—You know my shop, Sir Charles-Galen's head over the door-new gilt him last week, by the by-looks as fresh as a pill.
Sir C. Well, no more on that head now-Proceed.
Olla. On that head! That's very well, very well indeed! Thank you, good sir, I owe you one-Churchwarden Posh, of our town, being ill of an indigestion, from eating three pounds of measly pork, at a vestry dinner, I was making up a cathartic for the patient; when, who should strut into the shop, but Lieutenant Grains, the brewer -sleek as a dray horse-in a smart scarlet jacket, tastily turn'd up with a rhubarb-coloured lapelle. I confess his figure struck me. I look'd at him, as I was thumping the mortar, and felt instantly inoculated with a military ardour.
Sir C. Inoculated! I hope your ardour was of a very favourable sort.
Olla. Ha! ha! That's very well—very well, indeed !Thank you, good sir, I owe you one. We first talk'd of shooting-He knew my celebrity that way, Sir Charles. I told him, the day before, I had kill'd six brace of birds--I thump'd on at the mortar-We then talk'd of physic—I told him, the day before, I had kill'd_lost, I mean—six brace of patients—I thump'd on at the mortar-eyeing him all the while ; for he look'd mighty flashy, to be sure; and I felt an itching to belong to the corps. The medical, and military, both deal in death, you know—so, 'twas natural. Do you take, good sir ? do you take ?
Sir C. Take ? Oh, nobody can miss.
Olla. He then talk'd of the corps itself: said it was sickly: and if a professional person would administer to the health of the association-dose the men, and drench the horse—he could, perhaps, procure him a cornetcy.
Sir C. Well, you jump'd at the offer ?
Olla. Jump'd! I jump'd over the counter-kick'd down Churchwarden Posh's cathartic, into the pocket of Lieuten
Hide something still, round which their tendrils cling
Yet, on that summit,
No, fear thou not!
“Oh! not thus-
Let me deem
Now death has lost
Pro. Thou innocent !-Am I thy murderer then ?
Thou wouldst receive our foes !—but they shall meet
Rai. Yet hear me!
No! thou’rt skill'd to make
[Going—he turns back for a moment. If there be aught-if aught--for which thou need'st Forgiveness—not of me, but that dread power From whom no heart is veil'd-delay thou not Thy prayer :-Time hurries on.
I am prepared. Pro. 'Tis well.
Erit Procida. Rai.
Men talk of torture !-Can they wreak Upon the sensitive and shrinking frame, Half the mind bears, and lives ?-My spirit feels Bewilder'd; on its powers this twilight gloom Hangs like a weight of earth. It should be morn; Why, then, perchance, a beam of Heaven's bright sun Hath pierced, ere now, the grating of my dungeon, Telling of hope and mercy!
David. Then, by the mass, sir, I would do no such thing! ne'er a Sir Lucius O'Trigger in the kingdom should make me fight, when I wa’n't so minded. Oons! what will the old lady say, when she hears o't?
Acres. But my honour, David, my honour! I must be very careful of my honour.
Dav. Ay, by the mass! and I would be very careful of it, and I think in return my honour couldn't do less than to be very careful of me.
Acr. Odds blades! David, no gentleman will ever risk the loss of his honour !
Dav. I say, then, it would but be civil in honour never to risk the loss of a gentleman. Lookye, master, this honour seems to me to be a marvellous false friend; ay, truly, a very courtier-like servant. Put the case, I was a gentleman (which, I thank my stars, no one can say of me ;) well—my honour makes me quarrel with another gentleman of my acquaintance. So, we fight. (Pleasant enough that.) Boh! I kill him ; (the more's my luck.) Now, pray, who gets the profit of it? Why, my honour. But put the case, that he kills me! by the mass ! I go to the worms, and my honour whips over to my enemy.
Acr. No, David, in that case ! odds, crowns and laurels ! your honour follows you to the grave !
Dav. Now, that's just the place where I could make a shift to do without it.
Acr. Zounds! David, you are a coward! It doesn't become my valour to listen to you. What, shall I disgrace my ancestors ? think of that, David; think what it would be to disgrace my ancestors !