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 Go out—if you have your wits, go out, A stone's throw further on you will find a big house where Our wives will give you supper, and you'll sleep sounder there, For it's a luckier house.

I'll eat and sleep where I will.

Go out or I will make you.

[Forcing up arm, passing him and putting his shield on the wall over the chair] Not till I have drunk my fill.