Now, you tell me--you've got a spiflicating style of talk about you--no brag, you tell me--course, the best man wins, if you mean that: now, if I was one of 'em, and I fetches you a bit of a flick, how then?
Would you be ready to step out with a real Professor ?' 'I should claim a fair field,' was the answer, made in modesty.
'And you'd expect to whop me with they there principles of yours ?' 'I should expect to.' 'Bang me!' was roared.

After a stare at the mild little figure with the fitfully dead-levelled large grey eyes in front of him, the pork-butcher resumed: 'Take you for the man you say you be, you're just the man for my friend Jam and me.

He dearly loves to see a set-to, self the same.
What prettier?
And if you would be so obliging some day as to favour us with a display, we'd head a cap conformably, whether you'd the best of it, according to your expectations, or t' other way:--For there never was shame in a jolly good licking as the song says: that is, if you take it and make it appear jolly good.

And find you an opponent meet and fit, never doubt.

Ever had the worse of an encounter, sir ?' 'Often, Sir.' 'Well, that's good.