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- SUCTION:
"Aha," to Dr. Johnson
Said Scipio Africanus,
"Lift up my Roman Petticoat
And kiss my Roman Anus."
[arm-in-arm, they bend over, lifting their coattails, and give GITTIPIN the moon]
- SCOPPRELL:
[forced laughter] Oh, my poor sides! I, I should die if I was to live here.
[male and female voices outside]
- VOICE #1:
Want matches?
- VOICE #2:
Yes, yes, yes.
- VOICE #1:
Want matches?
- VOICE #2
No-
- VOICE #1:
Want matches?
- VOICE #2:
Yes, yes, yes.
- VOICE #1:
Want matches?
- VOICE #2:
No-
- ARADOBO:
The boys in the street sing something very pretty and funny about school--O, no, about matches.
- GITTIPIN:
I cry my matches as far as Guild hall God bless the duke and his aldermen all!
- SCOPPRELL:
I ask the Gods no more, no more, no more.