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Oh! ’tis not worth while; we can lie on the ground surely.

No, no! bad man as you are, I don’t like your lying on the bare earth.

Ah! how the dear girl loves me!

Come, get to bed quick; I am going to undress. But, plague take it, we must get a mattress.

A mattress! Oh! no, never mind!

No, by Artemis! lie on the bare sacking, never! That were too squalid.

A kiss!

Wait a minute!

Oh! by the great gods, be quick back!

Here is a mattress. Lie down, I am just going to undress. But, but you’ve got no pillow.

I don’t want one, no, no.

But I do.