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ded? But let me rede you, marry not.
JON AMEND-ALL.
He laid this paper on the breast of the corpse; and then Lawless, who had
been looking on upon these last manoeuvres with some flickering returns
of intelligence, suddenly drew a black arrow from below his robe, and
therewith pinned the paper in its place. The sight of this disrespect,
or, as it almost seemed, cruelty to the dead, drew a cry of horror from
young Shelton; but the old outlaw only laughed.
"Nay, I will have the credit for mine order," he hiccupped. "My jolly
boys must have the credit on't--the credit, brother;" and then, shutting
his eyes tight and opening his mouth like a precentor, he began to
thunder, in a formidable voice:
"If ye should drink the clary wine"--
"Peace, sot!" cried Dick, and thrust him hard against the wall. "In two
words--if so be that such a man can understand me who hath more wine
than
wit in him--in two words, and, a-Mary's name, begone out of this house,
where, if ye continue to abide, ye will not only hang yourself, but me
also! Faith, then, up foot! be yare, or, by the mass, I may forget that
I am in some sort your captain and in some your debtor! Go!"
The sham monk was now, in some degree, recovering the use of his
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