on't open
his doors, sir, for anybody, _take notice_." "Then down with the Mitre,
my hearties;" and instantly a rope was thrown across the _bishop's cap_
by old Mark, and the tin sign, lamp, and all came tumbling into the
street, smashed into a thousand pieces.

PEAKE (looking out of an upper window in his night-cap). Doey be quiet,
and go along, for God's zake, gentlemen! I shall be _ruinated and
discommoned_ if I open my door to any body.

TOM ECHO. You infernal old fox-hunter! if you don't doff your knowledge
bag and come to the door, we'll mill all your glaze, burst open your
gates, and hamstring all your horses.

MRS. PEAKE (in her night-gown). Stand out of the way, Peake; let
me speak to the gentlemen. Gentlemen, doey, gentlemen, consider my
reputation, and the reputation of ray house. O dear, gentlemen, doey go
somewhere else--we've no sticks here, I azzure ye, and we're all in bed.
Doey go, gentlemen, pray do.

TRANSIT. Dame Peake, if you don't open your doors directly, we'll break
them open, and unkennel that old bagg'd fox, your husband, and drink all
the black strap in your cellar, and--and play the devil with the maids.

MRS. PEAKE. Don'te say so, don'te say so, Mr. Transit; I know you to be
a quiet, peaceable gentleman, and I am zure you will befriend me: doey
persuade 'em to go away, pray do,

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MARK SUPPLE. Dame Peake

MRS. PEAKE. Oh, Mr. Mark Supple, are you there I talk to the gentlemen,
Mr. Mark, pray do.

MARK SUPPLE. It's no use, dame Peake; they won't be gammon'd, take
notice. If you have any old broom-handles, throw 'em out directly, and
if not, throw all the brooms you have in the house out of window--throw
out all your sticks--throw Peake out. I'm for the gown, _take notice_.
Down with the town! down with the town!

BILL MAGS. (The waiter, at a lower window.) Hist, hist, Mr. Echo; Mr.
Eglantine, hist, hist; master's gone to the back of the house with all
the sticks he can muster; and here's an old kitchen-chair you can break
up and make bludgeons of (throwing the chair out of window), and here's
the cook's rolling-pin, and I'll go and forage for more ammunition.

HORACE EGLANTINE. You're a right good fellow, Bill; and I'll pay
you before I do your master; and the Brazen-nose men shall make your
fortune.

TOM ECHO. But where's the academicals I sent old Captain Cook for 1 We
shall be beating one another in the dark without caps and gowns.

CAPTAIN COOK. (A scout of Christ Ch