The Works of Samuel Foote, Esq; The Englishman in Paris the Englishman Returned from Paris the Orators the Minor the Patron the Bankrupt (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1814 Excerpt: ... Load. Strip me, if I would set five shillings against the whole gang. May my partner renounce with the game in his hand, if 1 were you, knight, if I would not exit baronet Sir Geo. But the lady waits, exit Loader A strange fellow this what a whimsical jargon he talks not an idea abstracted from play to say truth, I am sincerely sick of my acquaintance: but, however, I have the first people in the kingdom to keep me in countenance Death and the dice level all distinctions. enter mrs. Cole, supported by Loader and Dick. Mrs. Cole. Gently, gently, good mr. Loader. Load. Come along, old Moll. Why, you jade, you look as rosy this morning, 1 must have a smack at your muns. Here, taste her, she is as good as old hock to get you a stomach. Mrs. Cole. Fy, mr. Loader, I thought you had forgot me. Local. I forget you I would as soon forget what is trumps. Mrs. Cole. Softly, softly, young man. There, there, mighty well. And how does your honor do? I han't seen your honor, I cant tell the--oh mercy on me, there's a twinge Sir Geo. What is the matter, mrs. Cole? Mrs. Cole. My old disorder, the rheumatise; I han't been able to get a wink of--oh la what, you have been in town these two days? Sir Geo. Since Wednesday. Mrs. Cole. And never once called upon old Cole. No, no, I am worn put, thrown by and forgotten, like a tattered garment, as mr. Squintum says. Oh, he is a dear man; but tor him I had been a. lost sheep; never known the comforts of a new birth; no, there's your old friend, Kitty Carrot, at home still. What, shall we see you this evening? I have kept the green room ibr you ever since I h nr" you were in town. Load. What, shall we take a snap at old Moll's. Hey, bcli., u. have you a good batch of burgundy abroach? Mrs. Cole. Bright as a ruby; and for f...