id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentences	flesch	summary	cache	txt
36621	Colman, George	Inkle and Yarico: An opera, in three acts			.txt	text/plain	17114	3051	101	_Trudge._ Lord, sir, I shall never recover what I have lost in coming _Trudge._ The old one--a tree, sir.--'Tis all we have for it now. _Enter INKLE and TRUDGE, as from the mouth of the cavern._ _Trudge._ Very likely, sir! _INKLE and TRUDGE come forward._ _Wows._ Iss. _Trudge._ Damme, what a flashy fellow I shall seem in the city! _Trudge._ Yes, sir, at the Crown here; a neat, spruce room they tell _Med._ Yet, let me tell you, Sir Christopher Curry, my character is as _Sir Chr._ In the mean time I'll get ready Narcissa, and all shall be _Inkle._ Whence comes your intelligence, sir? _Trudge._ May I come in, sir? _Sir Chr._ Very likely; it's a common case, now a-days, with many a man. _Sir Chr._ Look ye, young man; I love to be plain: I shall treat her _Trudge._ I shall, sir. _Inkle._ Sir, you shall feel-_Trudge._ A thing of my own, sir.	./cache/36621.txt	./txt/36621.txt