shook his head a second time.

"Then who the devil wilt thou have?
Say something or another." Nic.

opened his mouth and pointed to his tongue, and cried, "A, a, a, a!" which was as much as to say he could not speak.
JOHN BULL.--"Shall I serve Philip Baboon with broadcloth, and accept of the composition that he offers, with the liberty of his parks and fishponds ?" Then Nic.

roared like a bull, "O, o, o, o!" JOHN BULL.--"If thou wilt not let me have them, wilt thou take them thyself ?" Then Nic.

grinned, cackled, and laughed, till he was like to kill himself, and seemed to be so pleased that he fell a frisking and dancing about the room.
JOHN BULL.--"Shall I leave all this matter to thy management, Nic., and go about my business ?" Then Nic.