I say, into the mare magnum of their histories; and if thou shalt find

that any squire ever said or thought what thou hast said now, I will

let thee nail it on my forehead, and give me, over and above, four

sound slaps in the face. Turn the rein, or the halter, of thy

Dapple, and begone home; for one single step further thou shalt not

make in my company. O bread thanklessly received! O promises

ill-bestowed! O man more beast than human being! Now, when I was about

to raise thee to such a position, that, in spite of thy wife, they