| Order, order, order! Milster Malster in the chair. We've heard it | 1 |
| sinse sung thousandtimes. How Burghley shuck the rackushant | 2 |
| Germanon. For Ehren, boys, gobrawl! | 3 |
| A public plouse. Citizen soldiers. | 4 |
| TAFF (a smart boy, of the peat freers, thirty two eleven, looking | 5 |
| through the roof towards a relevution of the karmalife order privious | 6 |
| to his hoisting of an emergency umberolum in byway of paraguastical | 7 |
| solation to the rhyttel in his hedd). All was flashing and krashning | 8 |
| blurty moriartsky blutcherudd? What see, buttywalch? Tell ever | 9 |
| so often? | 10 |
| BUTT (mottledged youth, clergical appealance, who, as his pied | 11 |
| friar, is supposing to motto the sorry dejester in tifftaff toffiness or | 12 |
| to be digarced from ever and a daye in his accounts). But da. But | 13 |
| dada, mwilshsuni. Till even so aften. Sea vaast a pool! | 14 |
| TAFF (porumptly helping himself out by the cesspull with a yellup | 15 |
| yurrup, puts up his furry furzed hare). Butly bitly! Humme to our | 16 |
| mounthings. Conscribe him tillusk, unt, in his jubalant tubalence, | 17 |
| the groundsapper, with his soilday site out on his moulday side | 18 |
| in. The gubernier-gerenal in laut-lievtonant of Baltiskeeamore, | 19 |
| amaltheouse for leporty hole! Endues paramilintary langdwage. | 20 |
| The saillils of the yellavs nocadont palignol urdlesh. Shelltoss | 21 |
| and welltass and telltuss aghom! Sling Stranaslang, how Malo- | 22 |
| razzias spikes her, coining a speak a spake! Not the Setanik stuff | 23 |
| that slimed soft Siranouche! The goot old gunshop monowards | 24 |
| for manosymples. Tincurs tammit! They did oak hay doe fou | 25 |
| Chang-il-meng when that man d'airain was big top tom saw tip | 26 |
| side bum boss pageantfiller. Ajaculate! All lea light! Rassamble | 27 |
| the glowrings of Bruyant the Bref when the Mollies Makehal- | 28 |
| pence took his leg for his thumb. And may he be too an intrepida- | 29 |
| tion of our dreams which we foregot at wiking when the mom | 30 |
| hath razed out limpalove and the bleakfrost chilled our ravery! | 31 |
| Pook. Sing ching lew mang! Upgo, bobbycop! Lets hear in | 32 |
| remember the braise of. Hold! | 33 |
| BUTT (drawling forth from his blousom whereis meditabound of | 34 |
| his minkerstary, switches on his gorsecopper's fling weitoheito lang- | 35 |
| thorn, fed up the grain oils of Aerin, while his laugh neighs banck as | 36 |