For God's sake consider only to what a dismal condition old Lewis is brought.

He is at an end of all his cash; his attorneys have hardly one trick left; they are at an end of all their chicane; besides, he has both his law and his daily bread now upon trust.

Hold out only one term longer, and I'll warrant you before the next we shall have him in the Fleet.

I'll bring him to the pillory; his ears shall pay for his perjuries.

For the love of God don't compound.