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 * Let me sit at your bedside here.
 * There; now we'll shorten the evening
 * with many a lilt and lay.

ASE
 * Best bring from the closet the prayer-book:
 * I feel so uneasy of soul.

PEER
 * In Soria-Moria Castle
 * the King and the Prince give a feast.
 * On the sledge-cushions lie and rest you;
 * I'll drive you there over the heath-

ASE
 * But, Peer dear, am I invited?

PEER
 * Ay, that we are, both of us.

[He throws a string round the back of the chair on which the cat is lying, takes up a stick, and seats himself at the foot of the bed.]
 * Gee-up! Will you stir yourself, Black-boy?
 * Mother, you're not a-cold?
 * Ay, ay; by the pace one knows it,
 * when Grane begins to go!

ASE
 * Why, Peer, what is it that's ringing-?

PEER
 * The glittering sledge-bells, d