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Updated: June 7, 2025
"Their long white hats remind me of Persia." "Persians they are," replied the Shaykh, his lip curling, his eyes gleaming. "They will tear their clothes, and cut their shaven crowns, and wail, 'Woe's me, O Ali! then kiss the Kaaba with defilement on their beards. The curse of the Shaykaim is on them may it stay there!" Then the Prince knew it was a Sunite speaking of Schiahs.
LIONEL. I hate alike thee and thy proffered gift. I want no mercy kill thine enemy Who loathes and would have slain thee. JOHANNA. Slay me, then, And fly! LIONEL. Ha! What is this? Woe's me! 'Tis said Thou killest all the English whom thy sword Subdues in battle why spare me alone? Oh, Holy Virgin!
"Hey, bebee!" cried the girl; "what is this? what do you mean? you have blessed the gorgio!" "Blessed him! no, sure; what did I say? Oh, I remember, I'm mad; well, I can't help it, I said what the dukkerin dook told me; woe's me; he'll get up yet." "Nonsense, bebee! Look at his motions, he's drabbed, spite of dukkerin."
He could not understand that Orme did not see what was at stake, and yet could not enlighten him further. The good wife then came springing in. "She will be happy, and so shall we be," she said. "I have a roomy heart, too long empty, woe's me. She will soon be singing about the house, and then we old folks will fall to it. It will be like a nest of linnets. She will scour our rusty pipes for us.
Just then, woe's me, I saw my beloved companion shooting away from me into the welkin to join a myriad other bright princes. Thereupon the Pope and the other earthly commanders began to slink off and become prostrate through fear, and the infernal princes to fall by the thousands.
Erst was there one who held me dear and fain Took me, a youngling maid, Into his arms and thought and heart and brain, Caught fire at my sweet eyes; yea time, unstayed Of aught, that flits amain And lightly, all to wooing me he laid. I, courteous, nought gainsaid And held him worthy me; But now, woe's me, of him I'm desolate.
Woe's me! an anguish is she without end. Rukrooth continued moaning, and the thought that was in the mother of Ruark struck Bhanavar like a light in the land of despair that darkly illumineth the dreaded gulfs and abysses of the land, and she knew herself black in evil; and the scourge of her guilt was upon her, and she cursed herself before Rukrooth, and fawned before her, abasing her body.
Then, as she raised it to her lips, "It does not smell quite right. But, woe's me! how can I expect anybody but myself to make this precious drink as it should be?" She drank it off at two gulps; for she appeared to hurry it off faster than usual, as if not tempted by the exquisiteness of its flavor to dwell upon it so long.
So he thought he would of a surety fling far away his tackle, discard barbercraft, and be as other men, a mortal, forgotten with his generation. And he cried aloud, 'O thou old woman! thou deceiver! what halt thou obtained for me by thy deceits? and why put I faith in thee to the purchase of a thwacking? Woe's me!
"Woe's my old bones!" he was muttering: "here's a fardel for a man o' my years!" "Hold thy breath for the next load!" growl'd the other voice, which as surely was the good minister's. They pass'd out of the small gate, and by the sounds that follow'd, we guess'd they were hoisting their burden into a cart. Presently they re-cross'd the path, and entered the house, shutting the door after them.
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