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"Hark to him, hark to him!" cried the little fat man. "It is even thus, Dicon! Wit, lad, is a catching thing, like the itch or the sweating sickness. I exude it round me; it is an aura. I tell you, coz, that no man can come within seventeen feet of me without catching a spark. Look at your own case.
"You, too, an old man who should be an example to others." The wayfarers all gazed in the utmost astonishment at the interruption. "By the holy Dicon of Hampole! our silent clerk has found his tongue," said one of the woodmen. "What is amiss with the song then? How has it offended your babyship?" "A milder and better mannered song hath never been heard within these walls," cried another.
The Squire placed it to the archer's lips and he took a hearty pull at it. "How is it with you now, Aylward?" "Better, Squire, better, but may I never touch water again as long as I live! Alas! poor Dicon has gone, and Stephen also the life chilled out of them. The cold is in the very marrow of my bones.
'When Venables comes he will soon find a way to check his gab. Yes, he continued, looking at the back of my papers, 'it is marked, as you say, "From James the Second of England, known lately as the Duke of Monmouth, to Henry Duke of Beaufort, President of Wales, by the hand of Captain Micah Clarke, of Saxon's regiment of Wiltshire foot." Cast off the lashings, Dicon.
A tall dark young man with a long, stern, lean face came forward. "I am with you, Cock," said he, "and I thank you for my place." "You can come, Hugh Baddlesmere, and you, Hal Masters, and you, Dicon of Rye. That is enough. Now off, in God's name, or it will be night ere we can come up with them!"
That being so, if all were men of sense then thou wouldst be a lonesome man, coz." "Alas! Dicon, I fear that your logic is as bad as your philosophy or your divinity and God wot it would be hard to say a worse word than that for it.
'God den, Captain, said Dicon, touching his fur cap. 'We have had a rare run while the breeze lasted, and the mate reckoned before he turned in that we were not many miles from Bristol town. 'In that case, my good fellow, I answered, 'ye can set me ashore, for I have not far to go. 'We must e'en wait till the fog lifts, said Long John.
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