Vulgar words in Beltane the Smith (Page 1)
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Thou art a fool, a dog, a fatuous ass, a slave, a nincompoop, a cowardly boy, and as such--mark me again!--now do I spit at thee!"
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"Why, hast questioned me but once, and then thou wert something of a blockhead dreamer, methought.
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Looking about, Beltane saw the singer, a comely fellow whose long legs bestrode a plump ass; a lusty man he was, clad in shirt of mail and with a feather of green brooched to his escalloped hood; a long-bow hung at his back together with a quiver of arrows, while at his thigh swung a heavy, broad-bladed sword.
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A right blithesome morn, methinks, what with my song, and the birds' song, and this poor ass's bells--aye, and the flowers a-peep from the bank yonder.
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God give ye joy of it, tall brother, as he doth me and this goodly ass betwixt my knees, patient beast."
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Now leaning on his quarter-staff Beltane smiled and said: "How came ye by that same ass, master bowman?"
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Now, as ye see, though this ass be sleek and fat as an abbot, she is something small.
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"Peace be unto thee, my son!" quoth he, breathing short and loud, "an evil day for a fat man who hath been most basely bereft of a goodly ass --holy Saint Dunstan, how I gasp!" and putting back the cowl from his tonsured crown, he puffed out his cheeks and mopped his face.
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"Hearkee now, good youth, hath there passed thee by ever a ribald in an escalloped hood--an unhallowed, long-legged, scurvy archer knave astride a fair white ass, my son?"
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Here be four saints with as many curses, and all for one small ass!"
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The friar puffed out his cheeks and sighed: "'Twas a goodly ass, my son, a fair and gentle beast and of an easy gait, and I am one that loveth not to trip it in the dust.
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"My lord," quoth he, eyes a-dance, "yonder cometh a pompous prior that was, not very long since, nought but massy monk that did upon a time (though by dint of some small persuasion) bestow on me a goodly ass.
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I rode a white ass, I mind me, and my lord walked beside me very fair and soft-spoken, whereupon I called him--Sir Dove!