SAPLING. Infirm of purpose! Give to me the file,
And I will cut the tongue. Now to delay
Were madness. Yet a moment, all is well.
O clapper! that hast rung for many years,
And roused the slumbering student from his couch
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To plod his weary way across the Yard,
In boots and ulster through great drifts of snow,
I clutch thee in this mighty palm of mine,
And bear thee off as prize! May curses light
On all who shall succeed thee! Hence, away!
(They descend the ladder, and are seized by the WATCHMAN.)
WATCHMAN. Well planned, well done! You 've had your little sport;
Now come with me, and pass the night in jail.
To-morrow, like all felons of your kind,
You 'll pay the penalty of crime, and be
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