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Rh My company had no flag. But now, by my faith, they will have the fairest in all the camp!

'Tis somewhat small.

But—'tis of lace!

I could die happy, having seen so sweet a face, if I had something in my stomach—were it but a nut!

Shame on you! What, talk of eating when a lovely woman…!

But your camp air is keen; I myself am famished; Pasties, cold fricassée, old wines—there is my bill of fare! Pray bring it all here.

All that?

But where on earth find it?