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I have heard of it; just let me screw myself in there at the

wedding, and I'll bless their marriage bed with my sprinkler."

"And shall such a scoundrel hold sway," cried the Warden, "and

ruin ancient magnates, better men than he? And shall both the

memory and the name of the Horeszkos perish! Where is there

gratitude in the world? There is none in Dobrzyn. Brothers, do

you wish to wage war with the Russian Emperor and yet do you fear

a battle with Soplicowo farm? Are you afraid of prison! Do I

summon you to brigandage? God forbid! Gentlemen and brothers, I

stand on my rights. Why, the Count has won several times and has

obtained no few decrees; the only trouble is to execute them!

This was the ancient custom: the court wrote the decree, and the

gentry carried it out, and especially the Dobrzynskis, and thence

grew your fame in Lithuania! Yes, at the foray of Mysz the

Dobrzynskis alone fought with the Muscovites, who were led by the

Russian general Voynilovich, and that scoundrel, his friend, Pan

Wolk of Logomowicze.