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Each hissing in his neighbour's ear; and thenA strangled titter, out of which outbrakeOn all sides, clamouring etiquette to death Unmeasured mirth; while now the two old kings Began to wag their baldness up and down,The fresh young captains flash'd their glittering teeth, The huge bush-bearded Barons heaved and blew,And slain with laughter roll'd the gilded Squire.
 At length my Sire, his rough cheek wet with tears, Panted from weary sides 'You are free, O King! We did but keep you surety for our son,If this be he,—or a draggled mawkin, thou,That tends her bristled grunters in the sludge:' For I was drench'd with ooze, and torn with briers, More crumpled than a poppy from the sheath,And all one rag, disprinced from head to heel:'But hence' he said 'indue yourselves like men.Your Cyril told us all'
As boys that slink
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