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`` But I 'll lime you , you dog , I 'll lime you ! '' After this amiable remark , his spirit soars into those enchanting regions of reflection which its education and pursuits have opened to it , and again he and Mrs. Smallweed while away the rosy hours , two unrelieved sentinels forgotten as aforesaid by the Black Serjeant . While the twain are faithful to their post , Mr. George strides through the streets with a massive kind of swagger and a grave-enough face . It is eight o'clock now , and the day is fast drawing in . He stops hard by Waterloo Bridge and reads a playbill , decides to go to Astley 's Theatre . Being there , is much delighted with the horses and the feats of strength ; looks at the weapons with a critical eye ; disapproves of the combats as giving evidences of unskilful swordsmanship ; but is touched home by the sentiments . In the last scene , when the Emperor of Tartary gets up into a cart and condescends to bless the united lovers by hovering over them with the Union Jack , his eyelashes are moistened with emotion .