A Blot in the 'Scutcheon.
The Earl's man bent us lower by this much.
1. That's comfort. Here's a very cavalcade!
3. I don't see wherefore Richard, and his troop
Of silk and silver varlets there, should find
Their perfumed selves so indispensable
On high days, holy days! Would it so disgrace
Our Family, if I, for instance, stood—
In my right hand a cast of Swedish hawks,
A leash of greyhounds in my left?
Ger.With Hugh
The logman for supporter—in his right
The bill-hook—in his left the brushwood-shears.
3. Out on you, crab! What next, what next? The Earl!
1. O, Walter, groom, our horses, do they match
The Earl's? Alas, that first pair of the six—
They paw the ground—Ah, Walter! and that brute
Just on his haunches by the wheel!
6.Ay—ay!
You, Philip, are a special hand, I hear,
At soups and sauces—what's a horse to you?
D'ye mark that beast they've slid into the midst
So cunningly?—then, Philip, mark this further;
No leg has he to stand on!
1.No? That's comfort.
2. Peace, Cook. The Earl descends. Well, Gerard, see
The Earl at least! Come, there's a proper man,
I hope! Why, Ralph, no falcon, Pole or Swede,
Has got a starrier eye—
3.His eyes are blue—
But leave my hawks alone!
1. That's comfort. Here's a very cavalcade!
3. I don't see wherefore Richard, and his troop
Of silk and silver varlets there, should find
Their perfumed selves so indispensable
On high days, holy days! Would it so disgrace
Our Family, if I, for instance, stood—
In my right hand a cast of Swedish hawks,
A leash of greyhounds in my left?
Ger.With Hugh
The logman for supporter—in his right
The bill-hook—in his left the brushwood-shears.
3. Out on you, crab! What next, what next? The Earl!
1. O, Walter, groom, our horses, do they match
The Earl's? Alas, that first pair of the six—
They paw the ground—Ah, Walter! and that brute
Just on his haunches by the wheel!
6.Ay—ay!
You, Philip, are a special hand, I hear,
At soups and sauces—what's a horse to you?
D'ye mark that beast they've slid into the midst
So cunningly?—then, Philip, mark this further;
No leg has he to stand on!
1.No? That's comfort.
2. Peace, Cook. The Earl descends. Well, Gerard, see
The Earl at least! Come, there's a proper man,
I hope! Why, Ralph, no falcon, Pole or Swede,
Has got a starrier eye—
3.His eyes are blue—
But leave my hawks alone!
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