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 PEER
 * Cakes? Ay, a heaped-up dish.
 * And the dean's wife is getting ready
 * your coffee and your dessert.

ASE
 * Oh, Christ; shall we two come together?

PEER
 * As freely as ever you will.

ASE
 * Oh, deary, Peer, what a frolic
 * you're driving me to, poor soul!

PEER [cracking his whip].
 * Gee-up; will you stir yourself, Black-boy!

ASE
 * Peer, dear, you're driving right?

PEER [cracking his whip again].
 * Ay, broad is the way.

ASE
 * This journey,
 * it makes me so weak and tired.

PEER
 * There's the castle rising before us;
 * the drive will be over s