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Chapter 20

           Andbymycoxcomb,"headded,"IthinkitbeevensoHearkenbuttotheblacksanctuswhichtheyaresinginginthehermitage!"

           Infacttheanchoriteandhisguestwereperforming,atthefullextentoftheirverypowerfullungs,anolddrinkingsong,ofwhichthiswastheburden:—

           "Come,trowlthebrownbowltome,

           Bullyboy,bullyboy,

           Come,trowlthebrownbowltome:

           Ho!jollyJenkin,Ispyaknaveindrinking,

           Come,trowlthebrownbowltome."

           "Now,thatisnotillsung,"saidWamba,whohadthrowninafewofhisownflourishestohelpoutthechorus."Butwho,inthesaint’sname,everexpectedtohaveheardsuchajollychantcomefromoutahermit’scellatmidnight!"

           "Marry,thatshouldI,"saidGurth,"forthejollyClerkofCopmanhurstisaknownman,andkillshalfthedeerthatarestoleninthiswalk.Mensaythatthekeeperhascomplainedtohisofficial,andthathewillbestrippedofhiscowlandcopealtogether,ifhekeepsnotbetterorder."

           Whiletheywerethusspeaking,Locksley’sloudandrepeatedknockshadatlengthdisturbedtheanchoriteandhisguest."Bymybeads,"saidthehermit,stoppingshortinagrandflourish,"herecomemorebenightedguests.Iwouldnotformycowlthattheyfoundusinthisgoodlyexercise.

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