up the lower field a terce of landers, shaking unsheathed shafts, their arms enlocked, (ringrang, the chimes of sex appeal- ing as conchitas with sentas stray, ^ rung!), all thinking all of hours, furrowards, bagawards, like yoxen at the main to supper than the boys are parching. A hoodenwinkle gave the heinous- ness of choice to everyknight betwixt yesterdicks and twomaries; had sevenal successivecoloured serebanmaids on the crown of the forest. Though Toot’s pardoosled sauve I’hum- mourl For the race is run, so let laid pacts be being betving ye, he sayd, canting around to that of the top of the Orgiasts, Meereschal Mac- Muhun,