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The Collected Works of William Morris

With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris

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The foam flew from the lips of the fierce clown
As thus he spake, but Bodli rose and said:
“Think'st thou I armed because I was afraid
Of thee and thine this morn? If thou knew'st well
Of love or honour, somewhat might I tell
Why I am here with thee—If will I have,
Kiartan, who was my friend, this day to save,
Bethink thee I might do it otherwise
Than e'en by showing what in ambush lies!
—How if I stood beside him?”
“Down with thee
And hold thy peace! or he will hear and see.”