Epicoene: Or, the Silent Woman by Ben Jonson
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and then the meat must follow.
CLER: For God's sake, let's effect it: it will be an excellent comedy of affliction, so many several noises. DAUP: But are they not at the other place already, think you? TRUE: I'll warrant you for the college-honours: one of their faces has not the priming colour laid on yet, nor the other her smock sleek'd. CLER: O, but they'll rise earlier then ordinary, to a feast. TRUE: Best go see, and assure ourselves. CLER: Who knows the house? TRUE: I will lead you: Were you never there yet? DAUP: Not I. CLER: Nor I. TRUE: Where have you lived then? not know Tom Otter! CLER: No: for God's sake, what is he? TRUE: An excellent animal, equal with your Daw or La-Foole, if not transcendant; and does Latin it as much as your barber: He is his wife's subject, he calls her princess, and at such times as these |
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