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- to Soria-Moria Castle
- the road ran both high and low.
- A stick that we found in the closet,
- for a whip-shaft you made it serve.
ASE
- Right proudly I perked on the box-seat-
PEER
- Ay, ay; you threw loose the reins,
- and kept turning round as we travelled,
- and asked me if I was cold.
- God bless you, ugly old mother,-
- you were ever a kindly soul-!
- What's hurting you now?
ASE
- My back aches,
- because of the hard, bare boards.
PEER
- Stretch yourself; I'll support you.
- There now, you're lying soft.
ASE [uneasily].
- No, Peer, I'd be moving!
PEER
- Moving?
ASE
- Ay, moving; 'tis ever my wish.
PEER
- Oh, nonsense! Spread o'er you the bed-fu
