"Hie thee hence, Master Bodie, hast thou partaken o'ermuch of the ambrosia" enquired Master Doyle, with a jocular manner
"A Pox on't!" replied Master Bodie, his visage truly a picture of spent debauchery
" Thou hast tarried with that Doxie, I'll warrant " Doyle offered " The very same one with the pleasing aspects and accomodating manner!"
" Had I the strength I would thrash you soundly, Sir! " an enfeebled Bodie replied " Though You are most perceptive indeed. I'll atest to her finer qualities including…"
" Gentlemen! I'll trust that you are indeed fully Compos Mentis, though my eyes do reveal that Master Bodie is in some disrepair." Squire Cowley interrupted, with his firm Caledonian tongue." The Magistrates of this fair Town have presented me with a matter of great import"
" You mean that it concerns goods and vittels brought in from foreign parts?" enquired Bodie
"Poltroon!" said Doyle
" Well met, Master Doyle" said Cowley " You wll need all of your wits, Heaven forfend, and the physical qualities which, to be truthful are your most proficent qualities "
" I'm not sure but I think that Squire Cowley hast cast aspersions regarding our natures" moaned Bodie, prior to his somewhat propitious exit.
" He has a weak constitution " said Doyle , with no great conviction.
"I'm more than aware of Master Bodie's weaknesses!" said Cowley