"Troth, then, I'll write your nuptial hymn," said the poet, tenderly handling his puppet-play. "'Twill have a rare sound,—'Epithalamium to the Beauteous Maid of Cheapside and the Roaring Captain.'"
"Nay, the roaring captain is no more," said Ravenshaw. "I am a gentleman again. Believe it, sweet."
"I care not what you are only that you are mine," quoth Millicent.
THE END.
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ROBERT NEILSON STEPHENS
An Enemy to the King
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