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es--a fair swap! And tug my forelock, like a lousy tinker; And whine God bless the master of this house, Likewise the mistress, too ... By gox, I've come To charity--Jim Barrasford's come to mooch For charity at Krindlesyke! Shanks's mare's A sorry nag at best; and lets you down, Sooner or later, for certain--the last straw, When a man can't trust his feet, and his own legs Give under him, in his need, and bring him down A devasher in the ditch as the dogs are on him! You're sorry? I don't know. How can I tell? You're sly, you faggit; but don't get over Jim With jookery-pawkry, Judith: I may be maiselt, But I've a little rummelgumption left: I still ken a bran from a brimmer--bless your heart! It suits you to get rid of me; and you judge It's cheaply done at the price of a pair of tackities. Nay: I'll be taken here. JUDITH: You cannot stay. JIM: Do you take me for a cangling cadger, to haggle ... Forgimety! I cannot ... God's truth, I dare not! You've got me on the hop; and I must hirple; But if I go, I will not go alone: I've a mind to have a partner for this polka. JUDITH: Alone? And who do you think that ... JIM: Who but you? JUDITH: I! JIM: If I've got to take the road again, You've got to pad it with me: for I'm tired Of travelling lonesome: I've a mind to have My doxy with me. By crikes! I'm fleyed to face The road again, alone. You'll come ... JUDITH: I cannot. How could I leave ... JIM: Then I'll be taken here: You'll be to blame. JUDITH: But, Jim, how could I leave ... JIM: The sooner it's over, the better I'll be pleased. JUDITH: You mustn't stop: and yet, I cannot go. How could I leave the bairn? JIM: The brat's asleep. JUDITH: It won't sleep long. JIM: Its mammy'll soon be home. JUDITH: Not for three hours, at earliest. JIM: Then I'll wait Till then: they can't be on my track so soon: And when its dad and mammy come back ... JUDITH: Nay, nay: They mustn't find you here. JIM: Judith, you're right: For they might blab. I'd best be hooking it. I'll go: but, mind, you're not yet shot of me. (_As he is speaking, BELL HAGGARD appears in the doorway, and stands,
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