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But the other pushed him back with scornful prideAnd from his worthy brother turned aside.Out of the mother's eyes the teardrops runShe steps up to her stony-hearted son,With trembling lips, hands clasping and unclasping,But George upbraids her hopes in accents rasping:"Why, mother do you pet your lapdog so,And guard your darling child from winds that blow?Dip him in milk and butter, grant each plea,A famous blockhead he will grow to be!Work on the meadows clamours to be done.But the young squire here must have his fun!He, like a dog, smells the fat dinner coming.And leaves the servants to the work benumbing."For him you've always wept, when I spoke out.He'll grow up nothing but a lazy lout;Too idle for a peasant, toil he mocks,Though he could work, as mighty as an ox.Just stick him in the window as a show,And smile with pleasure as you see him grow!"Loud was the laughter with which George thus spokeAnd from the lips of Nicholas sorrow broke:"Each word you utter is a lie or curseNo jot of truth is in this charge of yours.1 know right well what you would have me be!May God love you as you are loving me!My hopes in field or battle you would mockAnd even find my work a laughing-stock.You rage lest I should share the common bowl!You'd kill me in a twinkling, by my soul!"1 do not want to linger in your wayAnd so I'll gladly go from here today.A hundred miles the world is, up and down.And so I'm off, to win my own renown.But what belongs to me I mean to take!Hand over, brother, what is my due stake.My portion of the estate — cash, horse and armsAnd then the Ford may bless us both from harms!"180
"Lad, here's your share! Don't say you haven't got it!" —George cried, and struck. His brother's forehead caught it.But Nicholas Toldi is not chicken-hearted;Deep in his soul revenge is now imparted.His eyes, like smitten steel, throw out a spark;His fist's great bony mace prepares its mark.And George falls back in fear; his doom is sureIf that one blow his body should endure.For that one blow would lay him in a denWhere, by God's grace, he'd never eat again,Where, a cracked bone, shut in a narrow room,He'd not recover till the Day of Doom.But in the brothers' strife to interveneThe mother with an outcry rushed between;Her body shielded George, and yet her fearHad been for Nicholas and his sad career.The wild boy feels his muscles' stress uncoil;He sadly turns his glances to the soil.And like a man freed from a fever's bout,From his dead father's home he totters out.In misery he walked, in answer mute,Sat in the yard's far corner destitute,There bent his throbbing head above his kneeAnd burst out weeping, with no man to see.CANTO THREE"With rage against young Nicholas he wasfilledBecause a well-loved soldier he had killed."— IlosvaiIn the old house, the whole crew were elated;From food and drink men only ceased when sated.When they rose up from stout George Toldi's board,His men in throwing spears their zeal outpoured.Young blood and old wine in their veins upswirled;In their right hands the wooden lances whirled;
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