Blackadder: Oh Bob, this is Percy, a dimwit I don't seem to be able to shake off.
Percy: Ah, hello there Bob, you young roister-doister, you. Ah, you look a likely sort of lad for tricks and sports and all sorts of jolly, rosy cheap capering, eh. Of course you do, and more besides, I warrant thee, young scamp.
BBC. Blackadder, season 2: Bells
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R. Royster. Now forth in ray sirs, and stoppe no more.
M. Mery. Now sainct George to borow, Drum dubbe a dubbe afore.
T. Trusty. What meane you to do sir, committe manslaughter.
R. Royster. To kyll fortie such, is a matter of laughter.