"I'll gibbet the rascal.

But I forget," he added, glancing at Austin; "it's high treason to speak disrespectfully of Mr.Wild in his own domain." "I hear nothing, Sir," laughed Austin.
"I was about to add," continued Gay, "that my opera shall have no music except the good old ballad tunes.

And we'll see whether it won't put the Italian opera out of fashion, with Cutzoni, Senesino, and the 'divine' Farinelli at its head." "You'll do a national service, then," said Hogarth.

"The sums lavished upon those people are perfectly disgraceful, and I should be enchanted to see them hooted from the stage.

But I've an idea as well as you, grounded in some measure upon Sheppard's story.