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On's wife, however, seized it, saying: "O Lord of the world! My husband made a solemn vow never again to take part in dissensions. Thou that livest and endurest to all eternity canst punish him hereafter if ever he prove false to his vow." God heard her plea, and On was saved.
Once, after a short sleep, he opened his eyes and recognized the schoolmaster. "Master Swift," said he, "do 'ee think that be our Lord among them sheep? With His hair falling on's shoulders, and the light round His head, and the long frock?" Master Swift's eyes turned involuntarily in the direction in which Abel's were gazing.
"Well, hims walk de plank like a man," continued Ebony, "hims dood eberyting like a man. An' w'en hims topple into de sea hims give sitch a most awful wriggle dat his bonds bu'sted. But hims berry sly, was Massa Zeppa amazin' sly. I t'ought him lie on's back zif him be dead.
Well, he takes this slice and fixes it up one way or another, and makes a witch out of it, handsome as she can be, enough to draw a chap's heart right out through his jacket. Now, being as she's his own flesh and blood, d' yer see, this chap I'm telling yer on's bound to come back after her afore he dies.
Indeed you take too deepe a sence of it. Pedro. What? when I see this meteor hanging ore it? This prodigy in figure of a man, Clad all in flames, with an Inscription Blazing on's head, 'Henrico the Ravisher! Man. Good sir, avoid this passion. Pedro. In battailes I have lost, and seene the falls Of many a right good soldier; but they fell Like blessed grayne that shott up into honour.
That's his wife wi' th' chylt in her arms, an' hur wi' th' plod shawl on's mine." I asked if the old man was his father. "Ay," replied he, "we're o' here, nobbut two. My mother's ill i' bed, an' one o' my sisters is lookin' after her." " Well, an' heaw han yo getten on?" said I. "Oh, we'n done weel; but we's come no moor," replied he.
Ile make one, gentlemen, to wash away some melancholy. Cap. Spoke boldlie, like an Argonaute. Cou. I am not now in London, Upon a hall day marching with the puisnes, Twenty on's in a teame, to Westminster In our torne gownes, embroiderd with Strand dirt, To heare the Law. Cap. Is not thy father dead, thou talkst so well? How I was cosend in thee: come away. Enter Thomas. Un. Here's my man Thomas.
'Latt the young ozebird aloun, zay I. Makk zuch ado about un, wi' hogs'-puddens, and hock-bits, and lambs'-mate, and whaten bradd indade, and brewers' ale avore dinner-time, and her not to zit wi' no winder aupen draive me mad 'e doo, the ov'ee, zuch a passel of voouls. Do 'un good to starve a bit; and takk zome on's wackedness out ov un.
So do I, too, if it be not too much: Brings a victory in his pocket: The wounds become him. Vol. On's brow, Menenius: he comes the third time home with the oaken garland. Men.... Is the senate possessed of this? Vol. Good ladies, let's go! Yes, yes, yes: the senate has letters from the general, wherein he gives my son the whole name of the war. Valeria.
But, sir, we has changed our minds; and please, would 'ee give back the money to them as owns it?" "Still, my honest friend " "Thank 'ee, Sir Ralph, that's it: we be honest; we couldn't look the master in the face else. Twelve year ago, come Michaelmas, he kept some on us from starving may be worse. We bean't going to turn rascals on's hands now. Now I'll vote, sir, and it won't be for Vermilye."
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