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220 chariot in the tale,—and the footmen out of rats. [Sending a kiss with her lips to .] Good-morrow! [Examining them all.] You look not merry, any of you! Ah! know you that 'tis a long road to get to Arras? [Seeing .] Cousin, delighted!

But how, in Heaven's name?…

How found I the way to the army? It was simple enough, for I had but to pass on and on, as far as I saw the country laid waste. Ah! what horrors were there! Had I not seen, then I could never have believed it! Well, gentlemen, if such be the service of your King, I would fainer serve mine!

But 'tis sheer madness! Where in the fiend's name did you get through!

Where? Through the Spanish lines.

—For subtle craft, give me a woman!

But how did you pass through their lines?

Faith! that must have been a hard matter!…