Yes, sir, and had come sooner, but I went to the herald's for a coat for Alderman Gathergrease that died last night--he has promised to invent one against to-morrow." "SABLE.

Ah! pox take some of our cits, the first thing after their death is to take care of their birth--let him bear a pair of stockings, he is the first of his family that ever wore one....

And you, Mr.Blockhead, I warrant you have not call'd at Mr.Pestle's the apothecary: will that fellow never pay me?
I stand bound for all the poison in that starving murderer's shop: he serves me just as Dr.
Quibus did, who promised to write a treatise against water-gruel, a healthy slop that has done me more injury than all the Faculty: look you now, you are all upon the sneer, let me have none but downright stupid countenances.

I've a good mind to turn you all off, and take people out of the playhouse; but hang them, they are as ignorant of their parts as you are of yours....

Ye stupid rogues, whom I have picked out of the rubbish of mankind, and fed for your eminent worthlessness, attend, and know that I speak you this moment stiff and immutable to all sense of noise, mirth or laughter.