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 :to Soria-Moria Castle
 * the road ran both high and low.
 * A stick that we found in the closet,
 * for a whip-shaft you made it serve.

ASE
 * Right proudly I perked on the box-seat-

PEER
 * Ay, ay; you threw loose the reins,
 * and kept turning round as we travelled,
 * and asked me if I was cold.
 * God bless you, ugly old mother,-
 * you were ever a kindly soul-!
 * What's hurting you now?

ASE
 * My back aches,
 * because of the hard, bare boards.

PEER
 * Stretch yourself; I'll support you.
 * There now, you're lying soft.

ASE [uneasily].
 * No, Peer, I'd be moving!

PEER
 * Moving?

ASE
 * Ay, moving; 'tis ever my wish.

PEER
 * Oh, nonsense! Spread o'er you the bed-fu