Various, Punch, or the London Charivari…
“ Well, the gods give us joy!Touch. Amen.... But, AUDREY, there is a youth here in the forest lays claim to you.Aud. Ay, I know who 'tis: he hath no interest in me in the world. Here comes the man you mean.Touch. It is meat and drink to me to see a—Tory: by my troth, we that have good wits have much to answer for; we shall be flouting; we cannot hold. ”
