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from Moabit who could have abused of her, the foxrogues, there1
might accrue advantage to ask wher in pellmell her deceivers2
sinned. Yet know it was vastly otherwise which I have heard it3
by mmummy goods waif, as I, chiefly endmost hartyly aver, for4
Fulvia Fluvia, iddle woman to the plusneeborn, ever did ensue5
tillstead the things that pertained unto fairnesse, this wharom I6
am fawned on, that which was loost. Even so, for I waged love7
on her: and spoiled her undines. And she wept: O my lors!8
          Till we meet! 9
          Ere we part! 10
          Tollollall! 11
          This time a hundred years! 12
          But I was firm with her. And I did take the reached of my 13
delights, my jealousy, ymashkt, beyashmakt, earswathed, snout-14
snooded, and did raft her flumingworthily and did leftlead her15
overland the pace, from lacksleap up to liffsloup, tiding down, as16
portreeve should, whimpering by Kevin's creek and Hurdlesford17
and Gardener's Mall, long rivierside drive, embankment large,18
to Ringsend Flott and Ferry, where she began to bump a little19
bit, my dart to throw: and there, by wavebrink, on strond of20
south, with mace to masthigh, taillas Cowhowling, quailless21
Highjakes, did I upreized my magicianer's puntpole, the tridont22
sired a tritan stock, farruler, and I bade those polyfizzyboisterous23
seas to retire with hemselves from os (rookwards, thou seasea24
stamoror!) and I abridged with domfine norsemanship till I had25
done abate her maidan race, my baresark bride, and knew her26
fleshly when with all my bawdy did I her whorship, min27
bryllupswibe: Heaven, he hallthundered; Heydays, he flung28
blissforhers. And I cast my tenspan joys on her, arsched over-29
tupped, from bank of call to echobank, by dint of strongbow30
(Galata! Galata!) so streng we were in one, malestream in31
shegulf: and to ringstresse I thumbed her with iern of Erin32
and tradesmanmarked her lieflang mine for all and singular, iday,33
igone, imorgans, and for ervigheds: base your peak, you! you,34
strike your flag!: (what screech of shippings! what low of dampf-35