But shake the old villain; hang on him and shake him.

Bother his wig, if he calls himself Law.

That 's how we dust the corruption out of him for a bite or two in return.

Such is humanity, Phil: and you must allow for the roundabout way of moving to get into the straight road at last.

And I see what you're for saying: a roundabout eye won't find it! You're wrong where there are dozens of corners.