"--"Yes, yes," answered the publican, "I have
cooled his capissens, as the saying is: I have played such a tune
about his ears, that I'll be bound he shan't long for music this
month. A goatish, man-faced rascal! Why, he's a perfect parish
bull, as I hope to live."
Hatchway, observing that he seemed to have made a stout battle,
desired he would sit down and recover wind; and after he had swallowed
a brace of bumpers, his vanity prompted him to expatiate upon his
own exploit in such a manner, that the confederates, without seeming
to know the curate was his antagonist, became acquainted with every
circumstance of the ambuscade.
Tunley had scarce got the better of his agitation, when his wife,
entering the room, told them, by way of news, that some waggish body
had sent Mr. Sackbut the curate to pray with her. This name inflamed
the husband's choler anew; and, forgetting all his complaisance
for his spouse, he replied with a rancorous grin, "Add rabbit him!
I doubt not but you found his admonitions deadly comfortable!"
The landlady, looking at her vassal with a sovereign aspect, "What
crotchets," said she, "have you got in your fool's head, I trow?
I know no business you have to sit here like a gentleman with your
arms akimbo, there's another company in the house to be served.
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