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"No, indeed: yours is a very poor voice, but mine is beautiful. So listen." She went on to sing as she went, "Green as grass is my kirtle," "Tire me in tiffany," "Come ye bearded men-at-arms," and "The Bending Rush." All these she sang, as I must confess, most delicately well, and then fac'd me, with a happy smile "Now, have not I a sweet voice? Why, Jack art still glum?"
We caught at the rope, and stopp'd it just in time: but the pulley above creak'd vociferously. I turn'd my head. The man in the bows had not mov'd. "Now either I am mad or dreaming," thought I: for that the fellow had not heard our noise was to me starkly incredible. I stepp'd along the deck toward him: not an inch did he budge. I touch'd him on the shoulder. He fac'd round with a quick start.
Within the threshold, with his back to me, stood a grey-bearded servant, and totter'd so that the lantern shook in his hand. It sham'd me to lift a pike against one so weak. Instead, I dropp'd it with a clatter, and leap'd forward. The old fellow jumped like a boy, turn'd, and fac'd me with dropp'd jaw, which gave me an opportunity to thrust four or five bullets, not over roughly, into his mouth.
Instead of flying out, as I look'd for, she fac'd round, and answered me gravely "That I will not: not to any but my master." "And who is that?" "No man yet; nor shall be till one has beat me sore: him will I love, an' follow like a dog if so be he whack me often enow'." "A strange way to love," laughed I. She look'd at me straight, albeit with an odd gloomy light in her eyes.
"Do you stay here," Delia advis'd me, "and drink a mug of beer while I bargain with the hostess for fresh food." She follow'd the sour- fac'd woman into the house. But out she comes presently with her cheeks flaming and a pair of bright eyes. "Come!" she commanded, "come at once!" Setting down my half emptied mug, I went after her across the bridge and up the road, wondering.
Here he continued peacefully to wander amid the academic bowers, until the blast of war rung in his ears, and called him to the field of honour. Edward was ever foremost in the hour of danger. It was his fate to meet the enemy often, and as often did "he pluck honour from the pale- fac'd moon."
'Twas as if by alchemy that the red ripples melted to gold; and I stood watching with a child's delight. I heard the sound of a footstep: and fac'd round. Before me, not six paces off, stood Hannibal Tingcomb. He was issuing from the hole with a sack on his shoulder, and sneaking to descend the steps, when he threw a glance behind and saw me! Neither spoke.
Ah, Madam, do not fear me in this posture, Which I will never quit till you have pardon'd me; It was a fault the most excusable, That ever wretched Lover did commit; And that which hinder'd me from following thee, Was that I could not well repent the Crime; But like a surly Sinner fac'd it out, And said, I thought 'twas just, yes, fair Erminia; Hadst thou been mine, I would i'th' face of Heaven, Proclaim it just and brave revenge: But, Madam, you were Wife to my Prince, And that was all my sin: Alas, in vain I hop'd for some return, And grew impatient of th'unkind delay, And frantickly I then out-run my happiness.
The Russie men are round of bodies, fully fac'd, The greatest part with bellies bigge that ouerhang the waste, Flat headed for the most, with faces nothing faire, But browne, by reason of the stone, and closenesse of the aire: It is their common vse to shaue or els to sheare Their heads, for none in all the land long lolling locks doth weare, Vnlsse perhaps he haue his souereigne prince displeas'd, For then he neuer cuts his haire, vntil he be appeas'd, A certaine signe to know who in displeasure be, For euery man that viewes his head, will say, Loe this is he.
Let his cloake be as long or as short as you will: if long, it is fac'd with Turkey grogeran raueld; if short, it hath a cape like a calues tung, and is not so deep in his whole length, nor hath so much cloth in it I will iustifie, as onely the standing cape of a Dutchmans cloake. Italy the paradice of the earth, and the Epicures heauen, how doth it forme our yong master?
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