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Good, sir.

Pray, Make haste and burn it.

Burn it?

Yes, to ash—

[Smiling.

With every draft upon poetic cash; As for the books, you're welcome to them.

Nay, Such payment is above a poor man's earning. But, sir, I'm thinking, if you can bestow Your books, you must have done with all your learning?

Whatever can be learnt from books I know, And rather more.

More? Nay, that's hard, I doubt!

Well, now be off; the carriers wait without. Just help them load the barrow ere you go.

[The goes out to the left.