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PEER
- Cakes? Ay, a heaped-up dish.
- And the dean's wife is getting ready
- your coffee and your dessert.
ASE
- Oh, Christ; shall we two come together?
PEER
- As freely as ever you will.
ASE
- Oh, deary, Peer, what a frolic
- you're driving me to, poor soul!
PEER [cracking his whip].
- Gee-up; will you stir yourself, Black-boy!
ASE
- Peer, dear, you're driving right?
PEER [cracking his whip again].
- Ay, broad is the way.
ASE
- This journey,
- it makes me so weak and tired.
PEER
- There's the castle rising before us;
- the drive will be over s
