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           Quothhe,"Bytheturnofthyvoice,goodQuince,Iknowthatthouhastafairsongortworunninglooseinthyheadlikecoltsinameadow.Iprythee,turnoneofthemoutforme."

           "AsongortwoIha’,"quoththeCobbler,"poorthings,poorthings,butsuchastheyarethouartwelcometooneofthem."So,moisteninghisthroatwithaswallowofbeer,hesang:

           "Ofallthejoys,thebestIlove,

           SingheymyfriskingNan,O,

           Andthatwhichmostmysouldothmove,

           Itistheclinkingcan,O.

           "AllotherblissI’dthrowaway,

           SingheymyfriskingNan,O,Butthis—"

           ThestoutCobblergotnofurtherinhissong,forofasuddensixhorsemenburstuponthemwheretheysat,andseizedroughlyuponthehonestcraftsman,haulinghimtohisfeet,andnearlypluckingtheclothesfromhimastheydidso."Ha!"roaredtheleaderofthebandinagreatbigvoiceofjoy,"havewethencaughttheeatlast,thoublue-cladknave?Now,blessedbethenameofSaintHubert,forwearefourscorepoundsricherthisminutethanwewerebefore,forthegoodBishopofHerefordhathpromisedthatmuchtothebandthatshallbringtheetohim.Oho!thoucunningrascal!thouwouldstlooksoinnocent,forsooth!Weknowthee,thouoldfox.Butoffthougoestwithustohavethybrushclippedforthwith.