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80 Weighty as these considerations are, That they have been as weighty in our minds As our desire that one we take much pride in, A man that’s been an honour to our town, Should live and prosper; therefore we beseech you To give way in a matter of no moment, A matter of mere sentiment—a trifle— That we may always keep our pride in you.

[He finishes this speech with a pompous air, motions to to bring the food to, and sits on seat.

. Master, Master, eat this! It’s not king’s food, That’s cooked for everybody and nobody. Here’s barley-bread out of your father’s oven, And dulse from Duras. Here is the dulse, your honour; It’s wholesome, and has the good taste of the sea. [Takes dulse in one hand and bread in other and presses them into 's hands. shows by his movement his different feeling to

. He has taken it, and there'll be nothing left!

. Nothing at all, he wanted his own sort. What’s honey to a cat, corn to a dog, Or a green apple to a ghost in a churchyard?