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“He is my father, sir. Oh, leave us go with thee—take
the whole chain!”

Slap went the carrier’s cap in the dirt! “Leave thee
go wi’ me? Gadzooks!” he cried, “my name be John
Saddler—why, what? my daddy liveth in Chapel lane,
behind Will Underhill’s. I stole thy father’s apples fifteen
years. What! go wi me? Get on the wain, thou little
fool—get on all the wains I own, and a plague upon thine
eightpence, lad! Why, here; Hal telled me thou wert
dead, or lost, or some such fairy tale! Up on the sheep-
skin, both o’ ye!”

The Dutchman came from the tap-room door and spoke
to the tapster’s knave; but the words which he spoke to
that tapster’s knave were anything but Dutch.