Oh dear! I'm tired, shockin' tired, almost dead, and awful thirsty; for Heaven's sake, give me some lignum vitae, for I am so dry, I'll blow away in dust.
"This is a Swoi-ree, Squire, this is London society; this is rational enjoyment, this is a meeting of friends, who are so infarnal friendly they are jammed together so they can't leave each other.

Inseparable friends; you must choke 'em off, or you can't part 'em.

Well, I ain't jist so thick and intimate with none o' them in this country as all that comes to nother.

I won't lay down my life for none on 'em; I don't see no occasion for it, _do you_?
"I'll dine with you, John Bull, if you axe me; and I ain't nothin' above particular to do, and the cab hire don't cost more nor the price of a dinner; but hang me if ever I go to a Swoi-ree agin.

I've had enough of that, to last me _my_ life, I know.