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The Piper's face fell, and he cried,

"No trifling! I can't wait! Beside,

I've promised to visit by dinner-time

Bagdat, and accept the prime

Of the Head-Cook's pottage, all he's rich in,

°179For having left, in the Caliph's° kitchen, 180Of a nest of scorpions no survivor: With him I proved no bargain-driver, With you, don't think I'll bate a stiver! And folks who put me in a passion May find me pipe after another fashion."