I gave him a look, as much as to say, 'I could tell tales o' you, my lord judge, if I chose.' I don't know if he heeded me, though.

I suppose it were for a sign of old acquaintance that he said he'd recommend me to mercy.

But I'd sooner have death nor mercy, by long odds.

Yon man out there says mercy means Botany Bay.

It 'ud be like killing me by inches, that would.