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fternoon Has noted in the neighborhood. LYDIA. No, none, sir. I had not let my maid go forth to-day Thought I the roads unsafe. POLICEMAN. Fear nothing, madam: The force protects the fair. My mission here Is to wreak ultion for the broken law. I wish your ladyship good afternoon. LYDIA. Good afternoon. [_Exit_ POLICEMAN. A prizefight! O my heart! Cashel: hast thou deceived me? Can it be Thou hast backslidden to the hateful calling I asked thee to eschew? O wretched maid, Why didst thou flee from London to this place To write thy father's life, whenas in town Thou might'st have kept a guardian eye on him-- What's that? A flying footstep-- _Enter_ CASHEL CASHEL. Sanctuary! The law is on my track. What! Lydia here! LYDIA. Ay: Lydia here. Hast thou done murder, then, That in so horrible a guise thou comest? CASHEL. Murder! I would I had. Yon cannibal Hath forty thousand lives; and I have ta'en But thousands thirty-nine. I tell thee, Lydia, On the impenetrable sarcolobe That holds his seedling brain these fists have pounded By Shrewsb'ry clock an hour. This bruised grass And caked mud adhering to my form I have acquired in rolling on the sod Clinched in his grip. This scanty reefer coat For decency snatched up as fast I fled When the police arrived, belongs to Mellish. 'Tis all too short; hence my display of rib And forearm mother-naked. Be not wroth Because I seem to wink at you: by Heaven, 'Twas Paradise that plugged me in the eye Which I perforce keep closing. Pity me, My training wasted and my blows unpaid, Sans stakes, sans victory, sans everything I had hoped to win. Oh, I could sit me down And weep for bitterness. LYDIA. Thou wretch, begone. CASHEL. Begone! LYDIA. I say begone. Oh, tiger's heart Wrapped in a young man's hide, canst thou not live In love with Nature and at peace with Man? Must thou, although thy hands were never made To blacken others' eyes, still batter at The image of Divinity? I loathe thee. Hence from my house and never see me more. CASHEL. I go. The meanest lad on thy estate Would not betray m
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