asked one of the men . `` Why , if ye have lost an old skiff and a few jugs of vinegary wine , '' continued Dick , `` forget them , for the trash they are ; and do ye rather buckle to an adventure worth the name , that shall , in twelve hours , make or mar you for ever . But take me up from where I lie , and let us go somewhere near at hand and talk across a flagon , for I am sore and frozen , and my mouth is half among the snow . '' `` He seeks but to cozen us , '' said Tom , contemptuously . `` Cozen ! cozen ! '' cried the third man . `` I would I could see the man that could cozen me ! He were a cozener indeed ! Nay , I was not born yesterday . I can see a church when it hath a steeple on it ; and for my part , gossip Arblaster , methinks there is some sense in this young man . Shall we go hear him , indeed ? Say , shall we go hear him ? '' `` I would look gladly on a pottle of strong ale , good Master Pirret , '' returned Arblaster . `` How say ye , Tom ? But then the wallet is empty . '' `` I will pay , '' said the other -- `` I will pay . I would fain see this matter out ; I do believe , upon my conscience , there is gold in it . '' `` Nay , if ye get again to drinking , all is lost ! '' cried Tom .
`` Gossip Arblaster , ye suffer your fellow to have too much liberty , '' returned Master XXXXX .
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