'sdeath

And the coming easiness of the young one—'Sdeath, 'tis pity to deceive her.

But to go out amongst the mere herd, without a motive, pleasure, or pursuit—'sdeath!

That's all Fighting Attie's palaver; and, 'Sdeath, it has a wonderful way of coming to the point!

Pr'ythee no more hints of poverty: 'tis scandalous; 'sdeath, I would as soon choose to hear a soldier brag as complain.

To triumph would have been no glory; and to have been defeated—'sdeath!