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Rh I've a bone Luz, and a Bezoar stone, And hundred vanities and trinkets more. But there, when you have dwelt a little here, You shall know more of Madam Pomeroy; But tell me of yourself. You are fatigued By some long journey. Yes? From

Far away!

And I presume your baggage follows you.

By packhorse out of Boston, you were brave

To come the highway unaccompany'd.

I us'd the forest footpath.

Braver still!

For many a rascal harbours in the woods