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A TRAGEDY.
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fore see any thing better than a poor parish priest, or a scrubby lord of the village? did'st thou, eh?

CLOWN (abashed).

I don't know, please you: my brother did once stand within a team's length of the Prince of Carara, when he passed through our village on his way to Franconia.

FIRST EXECUTIONER.

So then thou art not the first of thy family that has seen a great man. But don't be afraid, my good fellow, I a'nt proud nor haughty as many of them be: thou shalt even shake hands with me an' thou wilt. (Holding out his hand to Clown, who shrinks from him, and, puts his hands behind his back.)

CLOWN.

No, I thank you; I ben't much of a hand-shaker: I have got a little sore on my thumb, may it please you; I thank you all the same as tho' I did.

FIRST EXECUTIONER.

Ay, thou art too mannerly to call it the thing that we wot of. Well, thou art a good sort of fellow; don't be abash'd: thou see'st I am very condescending to thee. Come, then, thou shalt drink a cup of liquor with me. Follow us into the next ward, my good friend.