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Tipstaff! An arrest! an arrest! and in a moment they are
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with a cry of
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Fall on. The skulking debtors scuttle into their burrows, the bullies fling down cup and can, lug out their rusty blades, and rush into the _mêlée_. From every den and crib red-faced, bloated women hurry with fire-forks, spits, cudgels, pokers, and shovels. They're
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with a vengeance. Pouring into the Temple before the Templars can gather, they are about to drag old Sir William under the pump, when the worthy son comes to the rescue, and the Templars, with drawn swords, drive back the rabble, and make the porters shut the gates leading into Alsatia. Cheatley, Shamwell, and Hackman, taken prisoners, are then well drubbed and pumped on by the Templars, and the gallant captain loses half his whiskers.
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The terror of his face, he moans,
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human
Indeed, says Cheatley,
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Cheatley threatened endless actions. Hackman swears his honour is very tender, and that this one affront will cost him at least five murders. As for Shamwell, he is inconsolable.
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What reparation are actions? he moans, as he shakes his wet hair and rubs his bruised back.
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I am a gentleman, and can never show my face amongst my kindred more. When at last they have got free, they all console themselves with cherry brandy from Hackman's shop, after which the
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observes, somewhat in Falstaff's manner,
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A fish has a cursed life on't. I shall have that aversion to water after this, that I shall scarce ever be cleanly enough to wash my face again.
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Oars! oars! sculler; five pound for a boat; ten pound for a boat; twenty pound for a boat; many leap from balconies, and make for the water, to escape to the Savoy or the Mint, also sanctuaries of that day. The play ends with a dignified protest, which doubtless proved thoroughly effective with the audience, against the privileges of places that harboured such knots of scoundrels.
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Was ever, Shadwell says,