The Winter's Tale by William Shakespeare
page 87 of 136 (63%)
page 87 of 136 (63%)
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much homely foolery already. I know (Sir) wee wearie
you Pol. You wearie those that refresh vs: pray let's see these foure-threes of Heardsmen Ser. One three of them, by their owne report (Sir,) hath danc'd before the King: and not the worst of the three, but iumpes twelue foote and a halfe by th' squire Shep. Leaue your prating, since these good men are pleas'd, let them come in: but quickly now Ser. Why, they stay at doore Sir. Heere a Dance of twelue Satyres. Pol. O Father, you'l know more of that heereafter: Is it not too farre gone? 'Tis time to part them, He's simple, and tels much. How now (faire shepheard) Your heart is full of something, that do's take Your minde from feasting. Sooth, when I was yong, And handed loue, as you do; I was wont To load my Shee with knackes: I would haue ransackt The Pedlers silken Treasury, and haue powr'd it To her acceptance: you haue let him go, And nothing marted with him. If your Lasse Interpretation should abuse, and call this Your lacke of loue, or bounty, you were straited For a reply at least, if you make a care |
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