Ye haven't such a thing as a cegar about ye?
I've been preaching to school-children till me throat's as dry as the slave of a lime-burner's coat.' 'I am very sorry; but, really, I have left my case at home.' 'Oh! ah! faix and I forgot.

Ye mustn't be smokin' the nasty things going up to the castle.

Och, Mr.Smith, but you're the lucky man!' 'I am much obliged to you for the compliment,' said Lancelot, gruffly; 'but really I don't see how I deserve it.' 'Desarve it! Sure luck's all, and that's your luck, and not your deserts at all.

To have the handsomest girl in the county dying for love of ye'-- (Panurgus had a happy knack of blurting out truths-- when they were pleasant ones).

'And she just the beautifulest creature that ever spilte shoe-leather, barring Lady Philandria Mountflunkey, of Castle Mountflunkey, Quane's County, that shall be nameless.' 'Upon my word, O'Blareaway, you seem to be better acquainted with my matters than I am.