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“Oh, sirs, is there some learned lawyer here,
Some advocate, or all-wise counsellor?
My master sent me to inquire where
Such men do mostly be, but every door
Was shut and barred, for late has grown the hour.
I pray you tell me where I may now find
One versed in law, the matter will not wait.”
“I am a lawyer, boy,” said Max, “my mind
Is not locked to my business, though ’tis late.
I shall be glad to serve what way is in my power.