10 KING ALFRED AND THE CAKES.

  

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GuTH. (Aside.) He’s found me out, and nothing but it.
Confound his stupid head—I’d better cut it.

[He draws a sword, which has been concealed beneath his
smock-frock, suddenly; and aims a treacherous blow at
the head of ALFRED, which that great monarch is suf-
Jictently wide awake to avoid.

 

ALF. Come, that’s against the rules. You might have cried,
“ Strike!” or, “Come on!” or, “This, then, to decide !”