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Traitor, what hast thou done? how ever may Thy cursed hand so cruelly have swayed Against that knight? Harrow and weal-away! After so wicked deed why liv'st thou longer day! --SPENSER.
When he had been dismissed by his royal master, Frion called aside the esquire, and sent him on an errand, it would seem of some import and distance; for the youth uttered a few forcible interjections, and with a lowering brow drew on the riding-boots he had just doffed, muttering, "I must treat my horse better than my Lord treats me; so, master, seek a fresh steed. By my fay! this is to become a Squire of Dames--a love-token to the Duchess, in good hour!"