A Scene in the First Act of the New Farce - 3
TIM and CHARLY
Charly. Och, Tim, I am wery glad to fee you! I have been vaiting and vaiting here for you, difh dthree nor whoer Days.
Tim. Faidt, Charly, I could not help it, I vash vriting a Letter to dthe King.
Ch. Vhat Bishness had youvidt a Letter to dthe King? You nahwer shaw dthe King in yowr Life and you cannot vrite your Naame.
Tim. No Matter whor dthat. I can make my Mark so well as dhe prettyefstow them all, and dthen dthe Minister towld me dthat all dthe Showgers at the Barracks (you know I wash an owld Showger myself) did shign dthe Letter.
Ch. But arrah! Dear Hony, vhat vhas dthe Letter about?
Tim, Devit bite my Head off, if I know
