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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.
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Source: Gutenberg

Various,  Punch, or the London Charivari…

“ Do you wish, then, that the gods had made me political?
Touch. I do, truly; for they swear to me thou art true Tory, parson-and-squire-ridden Tory. Now, if thou wert political, I might have some hope thou didst feign—to them!
Aud. Would you not have me Tory?
Touch. No, truly, unless thou wert fortune-favoured; for Toryism coupled to poverty is to have folly a sauce to misery.
Jaq. (aside) . A shrewd fool!
Aud. Well, I am not rich; and therefore I pray the gods to make me Liberal.
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Source: Gutenberg

Various,  Punch, or the London Charivari…

“ He, Sir, that must marry the woman. Therefore, you Tory, abandon—which is, in the vulgar, leave—the society, which in the boorish is, company—of this female,—which in the common is, woman; which together is, abandon the society of this female, or Tory, thou vanishest; or, to thy better understanding, skedaddlest; or, to wit, I defeat thee, make thee away, translate thy majority into minority, thine Office into Opposition ”
Source: Gutenberg

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