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The
mice
will
play
.
'
"
"
What
,
Wamba
,
art
thou
there
?
"
said
Richard
;
"
I
have
been
so
long
of
hearing
thy
voice
,
I
thought
thou
hadst
taken
flight
.
"
"
I
take
flight
!
"
said
Wamba
;
"
when
do
you
ever
find
Folly
separated
from
Valour
?
There
lies
the
trophy
of
my
sword
,
that
good
grey
gelding
,
whom
I
heartily
wish
upon
his
legs
again
,
conditioning
his
master
lay
there
houghed
in
his
place
.
It
is
true
,
I
gave
a
little
ground
at
first
,
for
a
motley
jacket
does
not
brook
lance-heads
,
as
a
steel
doublet
will
.
But
if
I
fought
not
at
sword
's
point
,
you
will
grant
me
that
I
sounded
the
onset
.
"
"
And
to
good
purpose
,
honest
Wamba
,
"
replied
the
King
.
"
Thy
good
service
shall
not
be
forgotten
.
"
"
'
Confiteor
!
Confiteor
!
'
"
--
exclaimed
,
in
a
submissive
tone
,
a
voice
near
the
King
's
side
--
"
my
Latin
will
carry
me
no
farther
--
but
I
confess
my
deadly
treason
,
and
pray
leave
to
have
absolution
before
I
am
led
to
execution
!
"
Richard
looked
around
,
and
beheld
the
jovial
Friar
on
his
knees
,
telling
his
rosary
,
while
his
quarter-staff
,
which
had
not
been
idle
during
the
skirmish
,
lay
on
the
grass
beside
him
.
His
countenance
was
gathered
so
as
he
thought
might
best
express
the
most
profound
contrition
,
his
eyes
being
turned
up
,
and
the
corners
of
his
mouth
drawn
down
,
as
Wamba
expressed
it
,
like
the
tassels
at
the
mouth
of
a
purse
.
Yet
this
demure
affectation
of
extreme
penitence
was
whimsically
belied
by
a
ludicrous
meaning
which
lurked
in
his
huge
features
,
and
seemed
to
pronounce
his
fear
and
repentance
alike
hypocritical
.
"
For
what
art
thou
cast
down
,
mad
Priest
?
"
said
Richard
;
"
art
thou
afraid
thy
diocesan
should
learn
how
truly
thou
dost
serve
Our
Lady
and
Saint
Dunstan
?
--
Tush
,
man
!
fear
it
not
;
Richard
of
England
betrays
no
secrets
that
pass
over
the
flagon
.
"
"
Nay
,
most
gracious
sovereign
,
"
answered
the
Hermit
,
(
well
known
to
the
curious
in
penny-histories
of
Robin
Hood
,
by
the
name
of
Friar
Tuck
,
)
"
it
is
not
the
crosier
I
fear
,
but
the
sceptre
.
--
Alas
!
that
my
sacrilegious
fist
should
ever
have
been
applied
to
the
ear
of
the
Lord
's
anointed
!
"
"
Ha
!
ha
!
"
said
Richard
,
"
sits
the
wind
there
?
--
In
truth
I
had
forgotten
the
buffet
,
though
mine
ear
sung
after
it
for
a
whole
day
.
But
if
the
cuff
was
fairly
given
,
I
will
be
judged
by
the
good
men
around
,
if
it
was
not
as
well
repaid
--
or
,
if
thou
thinkest
I
still
owe
thee
aught
,
and
will
stand
forth
for
another
counterbuff
--
"
"
By
no
means
,
"
replied
Friar
Tuck
,
"
I
had
mine
own
returned
,
and
with
usury
--
may
your
Majesty
ever
pay
your
debts
as
fully
!
"
