Thought one, "I'll seize this varlet vile,"
And speedily arose;
He caught him in his clutch--the sprite
Vanished and tweaked his nose!
Ya el temor empezo a obrar
Y entraron las reflexiones,
Apoyando con varones,
Que era Duende, a no dudar.
"San Jerome, save us, we are loo'd
If this should be the sprite;
The big _Duende_, best we bid
His boggartship good night."
Como siempre al jugador,
Lo sostiene la esperanza,
Fundaron la confianza,
En que un Duende es vividor.
But hope, the gambler's enemy,
Beguiled them to their ruin;
"These ugly sprites, they say, are rich,
Yet yield nought without wooing.
Que su ciencia atrae dinero,
Y medios paro adquirirlo,
Y era cuerdo el admitirlo,
Dandole el lugar primero.
"His skill may help us to repair
Our cloaks, and eke our breeches;
Best speak him fair. We'll worship Nick
If he but grant us riches!"
Mas el duende que escuchaba
La trama de los fulleros,
Quiso en tales caballeros,
_Vengar,_ lo que suspiraba.
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