A Scene in the First Act of the New Farce - 5
Ch. Arrah! You’re Joaking!
Tim. Devil choke me, if dthere’s a Vord of a Lye in it all.
Ch. Oh, you Whool! dteere is but 150 Shaums allthegadther.
Tim. No Matter for dthat. Bakerum can make so many Shaums as he pleashes.
Ch. By my fhoul! I believe you are not in earnesht!
Tim. Hawe a little pashons, and I will tell you all about it. You know he learnt to schkieb his Name vidt a Cheeat, when he vas Herd to Forlagh Ro o-Cuang dthe Thebeskel: When he cam to Pennsukweny he showld Jemmy Blythe’s todther Dochter, like a Nagre, to some owf dthe damnad Buckskins.----Oidt dthe Money he got for her he bocht a pack dthat he carried on his Back; and you’dn’t stop to tell any Lye to
