Oh, you needn't try so hard to get up.

I can hold you here all day if I choose." "You're a low Irish boy!" "You're lower than I am just now," said Andy.
"Let me up." "Why didn't you let Alfred up ?" "He ran against me." "Did he mean to ?" "No, I didn't, Andy," said Alfred, who was standing near.

"I told Godfrey so, but he threw me over, and pressed on my breast so hard that it hurt me." "In this way," said Andy, increasing the pressure on his prostrate enemy.
Godfrey renewed his struggles, but in vain.
"Please let him up now, Andy," said Alfred, generously.
"If he'll promise not to touch you any more, I will." "I won't promise," said Godfrey.

"I won't promise anything to a low beggar." "Then you must feel the low beggar's knee," said Andy.
"You wouldn't have got me down if I had been looking.

You got the advantage of me." "Did I?
Well, then, I'll give you a chance." Andy rose to his feet, and Godfrey, relieved from the pressure, arose, too.