:07:05
Hast thou given all to thy two
daughters? And art thou come to this?
:07:10
Who gives any thing to poor Tom?
:07:13
Whom the foul fiend hath led through
fire and flame, over bog,
:07:17
made him course his own shadow
:07:21
for a traitor.
:07:23
Bless thy five wits!
:07:31
Didst thou give 'em all?
Couldst thou save nothing?
:07:34
He reserved his blanket.
:07:36
Else we had been all shamed.
:07:39
- He hath no daughters, sir.
- Death, traitor!
:07:49
Is it the fashion,
:07:52
that discarded fathers should have
thus little mercy on their flesh?
:07:57
Judicious punishment!
:08:00
Twas this flesh begot
those pelican daughters.
:08:06
Pillicock sat on Pillicock-hill -
Halloo, halloo, loo, loo...
:08:15
This cold night will turn us all
to fools and madmen.
:08:22
Take heed of the foul fiend.
Tom's a-cold.
:08:26
Why, thou wert better in thy grave
:08:28
than to answer with thy uncovered
body this extremity of the skies.
:08:36
Is man no more
than this?
:08:46
Consider him well.
:08:48
Thou owest the worm no silk,
the beast no hide.
:08:58
Here's three on's are sophisticated!
Thou art the thing itself.