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"But no matter, I'll warrant we'll make up the party "With two full as clever, and ten times as hearty. "The one is a Scotchman, the other a Jew,
They both of them merry, and authors like you; "The one writes the Snarler, the other the Scourge; "Some think he writes Cinna-he owns toPanurge.' While thus he describ'd them by trade and by name, They enter'd, and dinner was serv'd as they came.
At the top, a fry'd liver and bacon were seen,
In the middle a place, where the pasty—was not.
With his long-winded speeches, his smiles and his
And, "madam", quoth he, " may this bit be my ❝ poison!
"A prettier dinner I never set eyes on; "Pray, a slice of your liver, though, may I be curst! But I've eat of your tripe till I'm ready to burst. "The tripe, quoth the Jew with his chocolate
"I could dine on this tripe seven days in a week; "I like these here dinners so pretty and small"But your friend there, the doctor, eats nothing at "all."
"O-ho! quoth my friend, he'll come on in a trice; "He's keeping a corner for something that's nice: "There's a pasty"-" a pasty!" repeated the Jew; "I don't care if I keep a corner for't too."
"What the de'il ! mon, a pasty!" re-echo'd the Scot; "Though splitting, I'll still keep a corner for that." "We'll all keep a corner," the lady cried out; "We'll all keep a corner, was echo'd about. While thus we resolv'd, and the pasty delay'd, With looks that quite petrified, enter'd the maid: A visage so sad, and so pale with affright, Wak'd Priam in drawing his curtains by night. But we quickly found out, for who could mistake
That she came with some terrible news from the baker:
And so it fell out; for that negligent sloven
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