'Sammy, help your master up to the box; t'other leg, Sir, that's it; give us your hand, Sir.

Up with you.

You was a lighter weight when you was a boy, sir.' 'True enough, that, Mr.Weller,' said the breathless Mr.Pickwick good-humouredly, as he took his seat on the box beside him.
'Jump up in front, Sammy,' said Mr.Weller.

'Now Villam, run 'em out.
Take care o' the archvay, gen'l'm'n.

"Heads," as the pieman says.
That'll do, Villam.