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90. But it would be the greater compliment If Peter’d do it.

. Reason with him, Peter. Persuade him to eat; he’s such a bag of bones!

. I’ll never trust a woman’s word again! There’s nobody that was so loud against him When he was at the council; now the wind’s changed, And you that could not bear his speech or his silence, Would have him there in his old place again; I do believe you would, but I won’t help you. . Why will you be so hard upon us, Peter? You know we have turned the common sort against us. And he looks miserable.

. We cannot dance, Because no harper will pluck a string for us.

. I cannot sleep with thinking of his face.

. And I love dancing more than anything.

. Do not be hard on us; but yesterday A woman in the road threw stones at me. You would not have me stoned?

. May I not dance?