LAWYER.—‘ Mornin’. How-de-do?
CITIZEN.— Sir, same to you.
Called as counsel to retain you
In a case that I'll explain you.
Sad, so sad! Heart almost broke.
Hang it! where's my kerchief? Smoke?
Brother, sir, and I, of late,
Came into a large estate.
Brother's — h'm, ha,— rather queer
Sometimes ( tapping forehead ) here.
What he needs — you know — a “writ” —
Something, eh? that will permit
Me to manage, sir, in fine,
His estate, as well as mine.
‘ Course he'll kick;‘ t will break, I fear,
His loving heart — excuse this tear.
LAWYER.— Have you nothing more?
All of this you said before —
When last night I took your case.
CITIZEN.— Why, sir, your face
Ne'er before has met my view!
LAWYER.— Eh? The devil! True:
My mistake — it was your brother.
But you're very like each other.