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THE TINKER'S GOOD FORTUNE. 5S
Then his highness bespoke him a new suit and
cloak, Which he gave for the sake of this frolicksome
joak, Nay, and five hundred pound, with ten acres of
ground.: " Thou shalt never," said he, " range the counter-
ies round, Crying old brass to mend, for I'll be thy good
Nay, and Joan thy sweet wife shall my duchess
Then the tinker repl/d, " What! must Joan my sweet bride
Be a lady in chariots of pleasure to ride ?
Must we have gold and land ev'ry day at command ?
Then I shall be a squire, I well understand. 70
Well I thank your good grace, and your love I embrace;
I was never before in so happy a case."