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“Chain! Chain you! What! Run you not, then,
just where you please, and when?��
“Not always, sir; but what of that?��
“Enough for me, to spoil your fat!
It ought to be a precious price
which could to servile chains entice;
for me, I’ll shun them while I’ve wit.��
So ran Sir Wolf, and runneth yet.”