Edward Hopper Painting

Edward Hopper Painting
Just then the crowd lapped them up and closed them in, and I saw no more, being called by my master, who was in a rage because a joint that the scrivener had ordered was forgot, though I take all the saints to witness that to blame me for that miscarriage were like holding the unborn babe to judgment for sins com-"
"Out of my sight, idiot! Thy prating drives me mad! Hold! whither art flying? Canst not bide still an instant? Went they toward Southwark?"
Edward Hopper Painting
"Even so, your worship-for, as I said before, as to that detestable joint, the babe unborn is no whit more blameless than-"
"Art here yet! And prating still? Vanish, lest I throttle thee!" The servitor vanished. Hendon followed after him, passed him, and plunged down the stairs two steps at a stride, muttering, "'Tis that scurvy villain that claimed he was his son. I have lost thee, my poor little mad master-it is a bitter thought-and I had come to love thee so!
Edward Hopper Painting