Cromwell by Alfred B. Richards
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sore times for us. You must know there hath been a
Parliament commission of inquiry into weights and measures, and last Michaelmas a year, no! let me see--well, marry! there came down-- _Will._ Well, well, thou shalt finish anon. _Host._ It went nigh to kill me. _Will._ Thou shalt tell me all hereafter. _Host._ Damnation! but I am glad. The Lord forgive me! I had nearly sworn. _Will._ Thou hadst--nearly. _Host._ And art thou a vessel of grace, or a brand given to the burning? Of a verity-- _Will._ Come, no lies with me! I shall doubt thee if thou cantest one word except in thy calling. Yet I saw by thy first look thou wert glad to see me; so give me thy hand, and I will shake it ere some one calls for a draught of ale, and thou dost relapse into the sordid and muddy calculation that makes thy daily self, and so forget that the friend of thy youth hath revisited thee. Nay, fear not, I will not betray thee to thy present customers. But first tell me, why thou art so changed: seeing that the cavaliers should be thy best friends? |
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