O Mr. doctor, that I did but understand half so much of the art
of brangling as you do!--What would I give!--Harkee--I'll settle
an hundred a year upon you.--But come, go on, go on--
SUBTLE.
O sir! you quite overpower me--why, if you use me thus, you will
draw all my secrets from me at once.--I shall almost kick you
down stairs the first lecture.
KASTRIL.
How!--Kick me down stairs?--Ware that--Blood and oons, sir!
SUBTLE.
Well, well,--be patient--be patient--Consider, it is impossible
to communicate the last touches of the art of petulance, but by
fist and toe,--by sword and pistol.
KASTRIL.
Sir, I don't understand you!
SUBTLE.
Enough. We'll talk of that another time.--What I have now to
explain is the cool and quiet art of debate--fit to be
introduced into the most elegant societies--or the most august
assemblies.--You, my angry boy, are in parliament?
KASTRIL.
No, doctor.--I had indeed some thoughts of it.--But imagining
that the accomplishments of petulance and choler would be of no
use there--I gave it up.
SUBTLE.
Good heavens!--Of no use?--Why, sir, they can be no where so
properly.
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