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Arthur MachenArthur Machen (March 3, 1863 - March 30, 1947) was a Welsh-born author of fantasy fiction, writing around the beginning of the 20th century.
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SHARPSHOOTER (winking to the Trumpeter).
How is this I pray, brother carabineer?
While the foe in the field around is swarming?
SERGEANT.
Why the roads, as I think, are scarce passable yet.
ARTILLERYMAN.
But a courier's come, our wits to waken
Ha! then we soon shall have work in hand.
SERGEANT.
Who hates the duke, as we understand,
Heyday!--you'll find you're/re.html">re a wiseacre yet.
SCENE V.
The above--Two Yagers. Afterwards Sutler-woman,
See! see!
Who can these greencoats be, I wonder,
They're the Yagers of Holk--and the lace they wear,
Welcome, good sirs!
FIRST YAGER.
Gustel of Blasewitz here, I vow!
SUTLER-WOMAN.
Are the lanky Peter of Itzeho:
With the wags of our regiment, put to flight
By changing his pen for a rifle-gun.
SUTLER-WOMAN.
And to think we should meet in Bohemia here!
SUTLER-WOMAN.
As the rude war-broom, in restless trace,
Meanwhile I've/ve.html">ve been doomed far round to wander.
FIRST YAGER.
Up the country I've rambled to Temsewar,
When Mansfeld before us we chased away;
Where trade went all to pot, I may say.
And back again came, under Feria:
I took a short cut across to Ghent;
Old scores paid off, that are standing yet,
And yonder you see my sutler's tent.
FIRST YAGER.
But what have you done with the Scotchman, say,
A villain, who tricked me clean, that same
I'd managed to scrape together, or spare,
Mother, is it my papa you name?
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