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Some.
Ay, but the priest?
The Sexton.
O, leave the fool!
The Schoolmaster.
Here speaks the Lord as clearly, look,
As in an open printed book!
The Mayor.
Leave him; that's law and justice too;
With babbling tales he flouted you.
Several.
He lied to us!
The Dean.
His creed's accursed;
And think, he <g>nev</g>er got a First!
Some.
Never got <g>what</g>?
The Mayor.
A grain of sense.
The Sexton.
Nay, of that we have evidence!
The Dean.
Vainly his mother's dying breath
For the last sacrament made suit!
The Mayor.
His child he almost did to death!
