Some water, page; fill, my boy, fill; it is to refresh my liver.

Give me some, child, to gargle my throat withal.

Deposita cappa, said Gymnast, let us pull off this frock.

Ho, by G--, gentlemen, said the monk, there is a chapter in Statutis Ordinis which opposeth my laying of it down.

Pish! said Gymnast, a fig for your chapter! This frock breaks both your shoulders, put it off.