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VGW(HU.773.145
4 Nov 1773:11 (1162)
London, August 5. A Tavern Scene between Lord Sandwich and
Samuel Foote.
Lord. Foote, you are a sad dog, I don't believe there is a
wickeder fellow breathing.
F. My Lord, I own I am pretty well for a commoner; but your
Lordship is proof that I can't keep pace with a Nobleman.
Lord. Hark you! tell me one thing, do you think you shall
die by the pox or a rope?
F. That, my Lord, will depend on two contingencies; whether
I embrace your Lordship's mistress, or your Lordship's
principles.
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