For the love of God! open the door, and I
will make that conceited pagan, that pretender to taste, that false
devotee of the ancients, who poisons people with sillykicabies and
devil's dung--I say, I will make him a monument of my wrath, and
an example to all the cheats and impostors of the faculty; and as
for that thick-headed insolent pedant, his confederate, who emptied
my own jordan upon me while I slept, he had better have been in
his beloved Paris, botching schemes for his friend the Pretender,
than incur the effects of my resentment. Gadsbodikins! I won't
leave him a windpipe for the hangman to stop, at the end of another
rebellion."
Pickle told him his conduct had been so extravagant as to confirm
the whole company in the belief that he was actually deprived of
his senses: on which supposition, Mr. Jolter and the doctor had
acted the part of friends, in doing that which they thought most
conducive to his recovery: so that their concern merited his thankful
acknowledgment, instead of his frantic menaces: that, for his own
part, he would be the first to condemn him, as one utterly bereft
of his wits, and give orders for his being secured as a madman,
unless he would immediately give a proof of his sanity by laying
aside his sword, composing his spirits, and thanking his injured
friends for their care of his person.
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