` Me ! Me past peradventure , ' said Puck , smirking like a man at a mirror . ` Ah , see ! The rain has took off ! I hate housen in daylight . ' ` Whoop ! Holiday ! ' cried Hal , leaping up . ` Who 's for my Little Lindens ? We can talk there . ' They tumbled downstairs , and turned past the dripping willows by the sunny mill-dam . ` Body o ' me , ' said Hal , staring at the hop-garden , where the hops were just ready to blossom . ` What are these ? Vines ? No , not vines , and they twine the wrong way to beans . ' He began to draw in his ready book . ` Hops . New since your day , ' said Puck . ` They 're an herb of Mars , and their flowers dried flavour ale . We say -- ` Turkeys , Heresy , Hops , and Beer Came into England all in one year . '
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England Hal Heresy Lindens Mars Puck day flavour mill-dam peradventure