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Book, page 202 / 462 2nd Boy. And I ensign. 3rd Boy. And I college salt-bearer. 4th Boy. And I oppidan. 5th Boy. Oh, what a pity I'm in mourning. Several speak at once. And we are servitors. We are to be the eight servitors. Wheel. And I am to be your Captain, I hope. Come on, my Colonel. (To Bursal). My lord, you are coming? Rory. By-and-by--I've a word in his ear, by your LAVE and his. Burs. Why, what the devil stops the way, there?--Push on--on with them. 6th Boy. I'm marshal. Burs. On with you--on with you--who cares what you are? Wheel. (to Bursal, aside). You'll pay Finsbury for me, you rich Jew? (To Lord John.) Your lordship will remember your lordship's promise. Lord J. I do not usually forget my promises, sir; and therefore need not to be reminded of them. Wheel. I beg pardon--I beg ten thousand pardons, my lord. Burs. (taking him by the arm). Come on, man, and don't stand begging pardon there, or I'll leave you. Wheel. (to Burs.) I beg pardon, Bursal--I beg pardon, ten thousand times. (Exeunt.) Manent LORD JOHN and RORY O'RYAN.
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