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114 'Spolia opima!

Ah ! ah ! ah !

He who laid that ambush, 'faith! Must curse and swear!

Who was it?

I myself

I charged — them work too dirty for my sword, To punish and chastise a rhymster sot.

What do with them? They're full of grease! — a stew?

Sir, pray be good enough to render them Back to your friends.

My chair there — quick! — I go!

As to you, sirrah! . ..