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The third Scene.
To him Kickshaw like a Gentleman.You are welcome sir.
Kick.
Pray' take a me cloake: me back be so hot, will burn
a hole in it.
Squi.
Would you have a cooler sir?
Kick.
You understand for bien: de vench, de vench.
Squi.
Excuse moy pur c'la.
Kick.
Parle Francois Monsieur?
Squi.
Non intendo.
Kick.
You sall inrand dat me be de French jentleman; dat
me have two tree crown in me pocket and me vuld have a de vine
and de vench, and be merry in de shamber.
Squi.
I'le send one to you sir.
Exit.
Kick.
Remercie Monsieur. Voe call a me Cooke now! de
greasie Larone! True; me make de Franch dish for de Lor:
he give me two tree peece; me steale two tree peece of plate
more, dat buy de sor, de hat an de feder; and Monsieur be so good
a jentleman as—
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