Truepenny

Hamlet: . . . Give me one poor request. Horatio: What is't, my lord? we will. Hamlet: Never make known what you have seen to-night. . . .Indeed, upon my sword, indeed. Ghost: [Beneath] Swear. Hamlet: Ah, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there, truepenny? Come on—you hear this fellow in the cellarage— Consent to swear.

"Ha!" said Christie, "art thou there, old True-penny? here, stable me these steeds, and see them well bedded, and stretch thine old limbs by rubbing them down; and see thou quit not the stable till there is not a turned hair on either of them."

"Duncan! you are, what I call, a clear-minded man. Well worth thinking of, old Truepenny!"

"Hear me, Father Almighty. . . . Are you there, old Truepenny?"