your strange blackguard oaths and damme's—I'll write to them, though, that you are a blunt untaught fellow."
"Ay, ay," replied Craigengelt; "a plain, blunt, honest, down-right soldier."
"Not too honest, nor too much of the soldier neither; but, such as thou art, it is my luck to need thee, for I must have spurs put to Lady Ashton's motions."
"I'll dash them up to the rowel-heads," said Craigengelt; "she shall come here at the gallop, like a cow chased by a whole nest of hornets, and her tail twisted over her rump like a cork-screw."
"And hear ye, Craigie," said Bucklaw; "your boots and doublet are good enough to drink in, as the man says in the play, but they are somewhat too greasy for tea-table service—prithee, get thyself a little better rigged-out, and here is to pay all charges."
"Nay, Bucklaw—on my soul, man—you use me ill—however," added Craigengelt, pocketting the money, "if you will
