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15 Tom are you drunk with my strong beer already.

The Giant recovering laid on Tom most sad blows; but still as they came, Tom kept them off with his wheel, so that he had no hurt of all: In short, Tom piled his work so well, and laid such huge blows on the Giant, that sweat and blood together ran down his face and being fat and foggy; with fighting so long, he was almost tired out, and asked Tom to let him drink a little water, and then he would fight with him again, No, said Tom, my mother did not teach me that wit; who would be the fool then ? Tom finding the Giant began to weary, and that he failed in his blows, thought it was best to make hay while the sun did shine, for he laid on so fast as though he was mad, till he brought the Giant down to the ground. The Giant seeing himself down, and Tom laying so hard on him, made him roar in a most lamentable manner, and prayed for him not to take away his life, and he would do