Faith! I am too busy backing the Monmouth rooster for the champion stakes.

Another asking me to chase the stag at Epping.

Zounds! had I not cleared off I should have been run down myself, with a pack of bandog bailiffs at my heels.
A dunning letter from my clothier.

He can afford to lose this bill.
He hath had many a long one out of me.

An offer of three thousand from little Dicky Chichester.