OFF-SIDE HORSE.--O heavens! I am too stiff to move, and this brute will
pull my head off.
NEAR-SIDE HORSE.--Keep it on one side, and you spiles his purchase.
WATERMAN--Come up, you old brute!
OFF-SIDE HORSE.--Old brute! What evidence of a low mind!--[_The stout
woman and fat family ascend the steps of the coach_].
COACH.--O law! oh, law! Week! week! O law!--O law! Week! week!
NEAR-SIDE HORSE--Do you hear how the poor old thing's a sufferin'?--She
must feel it a good deal to have her squabs sat on by everybody as can pay
for her. She was built by Pearce, of Long-acre, for the Duchess of
Dorsetshire. I wonder her perch don't break--she has been crazy a long
time.
WATERMAN.--Snow-hill--opposite the Saracen's Head.
NEAR-SIDE HORSE.--I know'd it!
COACHMAN.--Kuck! kuck!
WHIP.--Whack! whack!
OFF-SIDE HORSE.--Pull away, my dear fellow; a little extra exertion may
save us from flagellation.
NEAR-SIDE HORSE.--Well, I'm pulling, ain't I?
OFF-SIDE HORSE.--I don't like to dispute your word;
but--(_whack_)--Oh! that was an abrasion on my shoulder.
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