HEADLONG HALL.
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Squire Headlong.
No civil war.—Temperance, in the name of Bacchus. A glee! a glee! Music has charms to bend the knotted oak. Sir Patrick, you'll join?
Sir Patrick O'Prism.
Troth, with all my heart: for, by my soul, I'm bothered completely.
Squire Headlong.
Agreed, then: you, and I, and Chromatic. Bumpers!—bumpers! Come, strike up.
Squire Headlong, Mr. Chromatic, and Sir Patrick O'Prism, each holding a bumper, immediately vociferated the following
GLEE
A heeltap! a heeltap! I never could bear it!
So fill me a bumper, a bumper of claret!
Let the bottle pass freely, don't shirk it nor spare it,
For a heeltap! a heeltap! I never could bear it!
A heeltap! a heeltap! I never could bear it!
So fill me a bumper, a bumper of claret!
Let the bottle pass freely, don't shirk it nor spare it,
For a heeltap! a heeltap! I never could bear it!
