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Death and Doctor Hornbook (第4/4页)
and says “ye needna yoke the pleugh, kirkyards will sooill'd eneugh, tak ye nae fear: they'll be trench'd wi' mony a sheugh, in twa-three year. “whare i kill'd ane, a fair strae-death, by loss o' blood or want of breath this night i'm free to tak my aith, that hornbook's skill has clad a score i' their last claith, by drap an' pill. “an ho wabster to his trade, whase wife's twa nieves were scarce weel-bred gat tippence-worth to mend her head, when it was sair; the wife slade ie to her bed, but ne'er spak mair. “a try laird had ta'ets, or some curmurring in his guts, his only son for hornbook sets, an' pays him well: the lad, for twa guid gimmer-pets, was laird himsel'. “a bonie lass—ye kend her name— some ill-brewn drink had hov'd her wame; she trusts hersel', to hide the shame, in hornbook's care; hor her aff to her lang hame, to hide it there. “that's just a swatch o' hornbook's way; thus goes he on from day to day, thus does he poison, kill, an' slay, an's weel paid for't; yet stops me o' my lawfu' prey, wi' his damn'd dirt: “but, hark! i'll tell you of a plot, tho' dinna ye be speakin o't; i'll nail the self-ceited sot, as dead's a herrin; time we meet, i'll wad a groat, he gets his fairin!” but just as he began to tell, the auld kirk-hammer strak the bell some wee short hour ayont the twal', which rais'd us baith: i took the way that pleas'd mysel', and sae did death.
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