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- Let me sit at your bedside here.
- There; now we'll shorten the evening
- with many a lilt and lay.
ASE
- Best bring from the closet the prayer-book:
- I feel so uneasy of soul.
PEER
- In Soria-Moria Castle
- the King and the Prince give a feast.
- On the sledge-cushions lie and rest you;
- I'll drive you there over the heath-
ASE
- But, Peer dear, am I invited?
PEER
- Ay, that we are, both of us.
[He throws a string round the back of the chair on which the cat is lying, takes up a stick, and seats himself at the foot of the bed.]
- Gee-up! Will you stir yourself, Black-boy?
- Mother, you're not a-cold?
- Ay, ay; by the pace one knows it,
- when Grane begins to go!
ASE
- Why, Peer, what is it that's ringing-?
PEER
- The glittering sledge-bells, d
