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And of the same metal said the trumpeter, as you hear by its sneezing. Tis as soft as a flute, said she. Tis brass, said the trumpeter. Tis a puddings end, said his wife. I tell thee again, said the trumpeter, tis a brazen nose, Ill know the bottom of it, said the trumpeters wife, for I will touch it with my finger before I sleep. The strangers mule moved on at so slow a rate, that he heard every word of the dispute, not only betwixt the centinel and the drummer, but betwixt the trumpeter and trumpeters wife. No! said he, dropping his reins upon his mules neck, and laying both his hands upon his breast, the one over the other in a saint-like position (his mule going on easily all the time) No! said he, looking upI am not such a debtor to the worldslandered and disappointed as I have beenas to give it that convictionno! said he, my nose shall never be touched whilst Heaven gives me strengthTo do what? said a burgomasters wife. The stranger took no notice of the burgomasters wifehe was making a vow to Saint Nicolas; which done, having uncrossed his arms with the same solemnity with which he crossed them, he took up the reins of his bridle with his left-hand, and putting his right hand into his bosom, with the scymetar hanging loosely to the wrist of it, he rode on, as slowly as one foot of the mule could follow another, thro the principal streets of Strasburg, till chance brought him to the great inn in the market-place over-against the church. The moment the stranger alighted, he ordered his mule to be led into the stable, and his cloak-bag to be brought in; then opening, and taking out of it his crimson-sattin breeches, with a silver-fringed(appendage to them, which I dare not translate)he put his breeches, with his fringed cod- piece on, and forth-with, with his short scymetar in his hand, walked out to the grand parade. The stranger had just taken three turns upon the parade, when he perceived the trumpeters wife at the opposite side of itso turning short, in pain lest his nose should be attempted, he instantly went back to his inn undressed himself, packed up his crimson-sattin breeches, &c. in his cloak- bag, and called for his mule. I am going forwards, said the stranger, for Frankfortand shall be back at Strasburg this day month. I hope, continued the stranger, stroking down the face of his mule with his left hand as he was going to mount it, that you have been kind to this faithful slave of mineit has carried me and my cloak-bag, continued he, tapping the mules back, above six hundred leagues. Tis a long journey, Sir, replied the master of the innunless a man has great business.Tut! tut! said the stranger, I have been at the promontory of Noses; and have got me one of the goodliest, thank Heaven, that ever fell to a single mans lot. Whilst the stranger was giving this odd account of himself, the master of the inn and his wife kept both their eyes fixed full upon the strangers noseBy saint Radagunda, said the inn-keepers wife to herself, there is more of it than in any dozen of the largest noses put together in all Strasburg! is it not, said she, whispering her husband in his ear, is it not a noble nose? Tis an imposture, my dear, said the master of the inntis a false nose. Tis a true nose, said his wife. |
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