The Brass Bottle: A Farcical Fantastic Play in Four Acts

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a true-born Briton. Mr. Cyrus K. Trotter and his daughter are behind with Podbury. Culchard, who is not as

getting along, Maud? Your

have any one confusing it with a bed of roses just yet. (To Podb.) Your friend mad about anything? He don't seem to open his head m

ind of chap rather, takes prejudices into his head and all that.

t isn't going to sho

this, with feelings

orses). Pullep! Allez v?

gian Driver utters a string of English imprecations with the utmost fluency and good-nature.) 'Ark at 'im now! Bust my frogs! (Admiring

Dis donc, mon ami, est-ce qu'on p

torkin to me, Mossoo; I don't speak no French

On the right? Yes;

assenger.) No, Sir, that ain't Belly Lions as you see from 'ere; that

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of approaching Miss Trotter, is pounced upon by an elderly Belgian

'E say to his sairvan', "You dell ennipoddies, I keel you!" He vandt to pe in ze bataille: he vas in ze bataille-seven lance troo 'im, seven; Peecton, Inglis Officer. (Culchard nods his head miserably.) Hah, you 'ave de shart dere-open 'im out vide, dat de odder

Miss Trotter). Hem-we are gazing upon one of th

ave studied up some for a reflection of that kind. Mr. Podbury,

t). Got any more of

s away with di

nevare!" Zat aidge is vere de Scots Greys vas. Ven they dell Napoleon 'oo zey are, 'e say, "Fine mens-splendid mens, I feenish dem in von hour!" Soult 'e say, "Ah, Sire, you do not know dose dairible grey 'orses!" Napoleon 'e not know

f unable to keep away). You don't seem to

refer to receive my impressions

ou'd be too polite to tell me s

an follow and explain, he finds

blow about those battlefields, Sir, but for style and general picturesqueness, I ain't seen nothing this side to equal them. You ever been over? You want to come over and see

l rejoined by the Guide wit

Airmi, laboreur man-he see Napoleon standt in a saircle; officers r

ur fathe

ader see Napoleon's laigs; leedle '

just said you

faither-vat you call it?-plu

story books said he "stuck a feather

nking of our National Amurrc

Napoleon viz a Yankedoodle

e of the green coat and w

ssing at all! Leesten, I del

ntleman all about it (indicating Culchard); he's very i

nce more, who submits, under the impressi

bot a breek vall, viz ze moskets-"Prown Pesses," you coal dem-shdeekin out of ze 'oles! Ze 'oles schdill dere. Dat vas Houguymont, in the orsha

have gone down some time ago. At the foot of the

it necessary to stay behind on my account. I see your

wouldn't wait for the next. I don't know why, unless it was that t

DELL YOU V

ust as likely she had had

t get your shirt out with me. Not my fault if she's foun

think so? It's what you've told her

nd all the rest of it in the courtyard that first evening? She

importance if she did. (Whistling.) Fe

if we mean to catch that train. (Humming

ciously, without further conversation, until they arrive at Braine l