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"
Nay
,
but
I
must
see
the
riders
,
"
answered
Wamba
;
"
perhaps
they
are
come
from
Fairy-land
with
a
message
from
King
Oberon
.
"
"
A
murrain
take
thee
,
"
rejoined
the
swine-herd
;
"
wilt
thou
talk
of
such
things
,
while
a
terrible
storm
of
thunder
and
lightning
is
raging
within
a
few
miles
of
us
?
Hark
,
how
the
thunder
rumbles
!
and
for
summer
rain
,
I
never
saw
such
broad
downright
flat
drops
fall
out
of
the
clouds
;
the
oaks
,
too
,
notwithstanding
the
calm
weather
,
sob
and
creak
with
their
great
boughs
as
if
announcing
a
tempest
.
Thou
canst
play
the
rational
if
thou
wilt
;
credit
me
for
once
,
and
let
us
home
ere
the
storm
begins
to
rage
,
for
the
night
will
be
fearful
.
"
Wamba
seemed
to
feel
the
force
of
this
appeal
,
and
accompanied
his
companion
,
who
began
his
journey
after
catching
up
a
long
quarter-staff
which
lay
upon
the
grass
beside
him
.
This
second
Eumaeus
strode
hastily
down
the
forest
glade
,
driving
before
him
,
with
the
assistance
of
Fangs
,
the
whole
herd
of
his
inharmonious
charge
.
A
Monk
there
was
,
a
fayre
for
the
maistrie
,
An
outrider
that
loved
venerie
;
A
manly
man
,
to
be
an
Abbot
able
,
Full
many
a
daintie
horse
had
he
in
stable
:
And
whan
he
rode
,
men
might
his
bridle
hear
Gingeling
in
a
whistling
wind
as
clear
,
And
eke
as
loud
,
as
doth
the
chapell
bell
,
