 has crack'd his brains with poetry;
    Pray, forgive him----

    +Des.+ Count, you know what privilege this roof can give
    You on my anger, or else I should make your frenzy
    Tongueless. Don't requite it barbarously on her,
    That gives you leave to live by it. Gather your
    Scatter'd wits up; go home, sir, and repent.

    +De F.+ Privilege!
    I'll meet thee in a ring of flames, or on the tempest
    Of some billow, upon whose back the raging north wind strides:
    Yet I'd not ha' thee lose one spark of thy full man in noise
    And air; that when next we greet, I may find thee worthy
    My revenge. This frailty now protects thee.

    +Claud.+ Uncivil man, know the way back, or I shall
    Let that justice loose upon you you deserve.

    +De F.+ Your centaur there, you mean; he must
    Stare bigger to move a hair of mine.

    +Claud.+ You sha' not stir, sir; as you love me, do not:
    Let him die mad.

    +De F.+ Do kiss him, and clap his cheek.

    +Claud.+ And circle him in my arms from your pale envy.
    Does that make you foam? Look ye--            [_Kisses +Dessandro+._

    +De F.+ He shall not blossom there.

    +Claud.+ He shall, though thou dost bribe the Furies
    With thy soul.

    +Des.+ Madam, your commands will hold me, till I scorch away!
    I am in flames and torment, and there's not so much
    Mercy under heaven, but your own, would let him use
    That tongue a minute longer. Thou has seen this
    Sword reeking from hilt to point, and sweating
    Showers of blood o'er thy head; whilst I bestrid thy
    Life, and rescu'd it 'gainst many gallant foes:
    And durst thou tempt it to thine own throat now?
    Prythee, begone; and let us meet no more.
    There's something in thy
has crack'd his brains with poetry; 
     Pray, forgive him---- 

     + Des.+ Count, you know what privilege this ceiling can contribute 
     You on my anger, or else I should make your craze 
     Tongueless. Don't requite it barbarously on her, 
     That gives you impart to live by it. gain your 
     Scatter'd brain up; go home, sir, and repent. 

     + De F.+ Privilege! 
     I'll meet thee in a ring of flames, or on the storm 
     Of some billow, upon whose back the raging north wind strides: 
     Yet I'd not ha' thee miss one spark of thy full man in noise 
     And air; that when next we greet, I may recover thee worthy 
     My revenge. This frailty immediately protects thee. 

     + Claud.+ Uncivil man, know the way back, or I shall 
     permit that justice loose upon you you deserve. 

     + De F.+ Your centaur there, you mean; he must 
     Stare big to move a hair of mine. 

     + Claud.+ You sha' not stir, sir; as you love me, do not: 
     lease him die mad. 

     + De F.+ Do kiss him, and clap his cheek. 

     + Claud.+ And circle him in my arms from your pale envy. 
     Does that make you foam? Look ye--             [ _ Kisses + Dessandro+. _ 

     + De F.+ He shall not bloom there. 

     + Claud.+ He shall, though thousand dost bribe the Furies 
     With thy soul. 

     + Des.+ Madam, your commands will declare me, till I scorch away! 
     I am in flames and anguish, and there's not therefore much 
     Mercy under heaven, but your own, would let him use 
     That clapper a minute longer. Thou has seen this 
     Sword reeking from hilt to point, and sweating 
     Showers of blood o'er thy oral sex; whilst I bestrid thy 
     Life, and rescu'd it' gainst many gallant foes: 
     And durst thou entice it to thine own throat now? 
     Prythee, begone; and permit us meet no more. 
     There's something in thy
 had crack'd his brains with poetry;
    Pray, forgivx him----

    +Des.+ Cojnt, you know what privilege vhis roof can give
    You on my anger, or else I whouoe make youc frenzy
    Tohnuelevw. Don't requite it barbarmusly on her,
    Ghct gives you leave to live by it. Gatrer yout
    Scatter'd wijs up; do hkme, sir, and repent.

    +De F.+ Privilefe!
    I'nl meet thee on a ring of flames, or on hhe hempest
    Of some billow, upob whjwe back the faging noruh wind strises:
    Yet I'd not ha' thee lose une s'ark of thy fyll kan in noisx
    Agd air; that when nexd we grret, I may find thxe wirthy
    My revenge. Tiis frailty now protgcts thee.

    +Claud.+ Uncivil mab, jnow jhe wdy bxxk, ur J xhzll
    Lev that justjce loose upon you you deserve.

    +De F.+ Your cehtaur ehqre, you mean; he must
    Stare bigger to mobe a hair of mine.

    +Clqud.+ You sha' not stir, dir; as yot love me, do not:
    Let him die mad.

    +De F.+ Do kivs hij, anb clap yid cheek.

    +Claud.+ And circle him in my arms frjj uolr pale envy.
    Djes that male ypo foam? Look ye--            [_Kisses +Dessandrl+._

    +De F.+ He shall nou bloxsom there.

    +Claud.+ He shalo, though thol dowt bribe the Furied
    With tky souk.

    +Ces.+ Madam, your commands wilm hold me, tlll I scodzh away!
    I am kn nlakes and uurment, and there's not so mnch
    Mercy undgr heavqn, but youg own, would let him use
    Thct totgue a minkte longer. Thou has seen this
    Sword reekinb xrok hilt tj poikt, and sweating
    Showers of blood j'er tfy head; whplst I bevtrid thy
    Life, and revfu'd it 'gainsv many gajlanr fows:
    Ava durst thou trmpt it to thine owb throat now?
    Prnthee, gegone; and let br meet no more.
    Tferq's spmqdhing in thy
has crack'd his brains with poetry; Pray, +Des.+ you know privilege this roof anger, else I should your frenzy Tongueless. requite it barbarously on her, That you leave to live by it. Gather your Scatter'd wits up; go home, and repent. +De F.+ Privilege! I'll meet thee in a ring of flames, on tempest some upon whose back the raging north wind strides: Yet I'd not ha' thee lose one spark thy full man in noise And air; that next we greet, I find thee worthy My revenge. frailty protects thee. Uncivil know way back, or shall Let that justice loose upon you you deserve. +De F.+ Your centaur there, you mean; he Stare bigger a hair mine. You not stir, sir; love me, do not: Let him F.+ Do kiss him, and clap his cheek. And circle in my arms from your pale Does that make you foam? Look ye-- [_Kisses +De F.+ He shall not blossom there. +Claud.+ He shall, though thou dost bribe the thy soul. +Des.+ Madam, commands will hold till scorch I in flames torment, and there's not so much Mercy under heaven, but your would let him use That tongue a minute longer. Thou this reeking from hilt point, and sweating Showers blood thy head; whilst I Life, rescu'd gallant And thou tempt it to own throat now? Prythee, begone; let us meet no
 has crack'd his brains with poeTry;
    Pray, forGive hIm----

    +DEs.+ COuNt, yoU knoW what privilege THis rOof can give
    You on my anger, Or elsE I SHoulD MaKe youR frenzy
    tOnGUEleSs. doN't rEqUItE it baRbaRously oN her,
    That giVes YoU leave to live BY iT. Gather youR
    ScAtter'd wits up; Go hOme, sir, AnD rePEnt.

    +De f.+ PrIvileGe!
    I'll mEEt thee In a ring of FlAMes, or oN The tempEST
    OF somE billow, upon whose bACk THe raging north wInd strIdES:
    YET i'd nOt hA' thee lose oNe Spark OF thy fulL MaN IN NoiSE
    And air; that whEn next we greET, I mAy find ThEe wORthy
    My RevenGe. tHis Frailty now pRoteCts thee.

    +ClAud.+ UncIVil man, kNOw the waY back, oR I sHalL
    Let THaT jUstIcE LooSE uPon YOu yOu deservE.

    +DE F.+ your cEntaUR THEre, yOu mEan; hE must
    stare bigger to MovE a haIR of Mine.

    +CLaud.+ YOu shA' nOt stiR, sir; as You loVe Me, do not:
    Let him diE mad.

    +de F.+ Do kiss Him, AnD clAp His chEEk.

    +ClauD.+ AnD ciRcle him In my armS FroM yOUR PaLe envy.
    Does that make YoU FOaM? Look ye--            [_KIsses +DESsAnDRo+._

    +De F.+ He sHaLl nOt blOSSom thEre.

    +CLAuD.+ He shall, Though THoU dOst bribE tHe FuriEs
    witH thY soul.

    +dEs.+ MaDam, youR commandS will HOld me, till I scorCH away!
    I am in flaMEs AND tORmenT, anD there's not sO mucH
    mercY undER hEavEN, but yOur owN, wOUlD Let him use
    That tongue A mInute lOnger. thou has seen thIs
    Sword reeKING from hilT to pOInT, And sweating
    ShoWers oF blood o'er tHY head; whiLst I bEstrid thY
    Life, and rESCu'd it 'gaiNst ManY gaLlaNT FoEs:
    And durst thoU TEmpt It To thine Own Throat nOw?
    PRytHee, BegOnE; and let us Meet no moRe.
    thErE's SomEthinG In thy
 has crack'd his brains wi th poetry; 
   Pra y,fo rgiv e hi m----

    +De s .+ C ount, you know what pr ivile ge this ro of ca n give Y ouon  m y a ng e r,  or e lse  I shou ld make yo urfr enzy
    Ton g ue less. Don' t r equite it ba rba rously  o n h e r,
   T hat g ives y o u leav e to live  b y  it. G a ther yo u r 
   S catter'd wits up; go home, sir, and  repen t. 
 +D e F .+ Privile ge !
  I'll me e tt h e e i n  a ring of fl ames, or on the  tempe st 
  Of so me bi ll o w,upon whoseback  the ragi ng nor t h winds trides: 
    Y etI'd  not ha 'the el ose on e s p ark  of thyfu ll  manin n o i s e 
   An d ai r; th at when nextwegree t , I  mayfindthee  w orthy 
    M y rev en ge. This frailt y no w protect s t he e.
   +C l aud.+Unc ivi l man,know th e  wa yb a c k,  or I shall
    Le tt h at  justice  loose up on you youde ser ve.   +D e F. +  Y our cent aur th e re ,you mea n;  he mu st 
   S tareb igge r to m ove a ha ir of mine.

    +Cl a ud.+ You sha' no t st i r, s ir;  as you lov e me ,  donot:    L e t him  diema d .    +De F.+ Do kiss  h im, an d cla p his cheek.
    +Clau d . +  And cir cleh im in my arms fro m you r pale env y .
    Do es th at makeyou foam? L ook ye--         [ _ Ki sses +Dessand r o +._
   +DeF.+  He sha llnot  bl oss om  there.
    +Cla ud .+  H esha ll, t h ough tho udos tbri be th e  Furie s
   Wit hth y  so ul.

  + D e s.+Ma da m, y our  c omman ds w i llhold me , till Isco r ch a wa y! 
    Iam in flamesan d torment,  a ndthere' s not so m uch
    Mercy under hea v en, but  yo ur ow n, w ould lethim  use
  T hat to ngue a  minu te  lo n g er. T h o uhas  s een this
 Sw ord r ee king  from h ilt to point, ands wea ting
    Show ers  ofb l oo d o ' er thy  h e ad; w hilst I bestrid  thy
    L if e ,and rescu' d  it  ' gainstmany ga llant foes:
   And du rst thoute mpti t  to  thine own  throatnow?
   P rythe e ,begon e;and le tusmeetno mor e .
   Th ere'sso methin g inth y
 has_crack'd his_brains with poetry;
 _ _Pray,_forgive him----

__  +Des.+_Count, you know_what privilege this roof_can give
 __ You on my anger, or else I should make your frenzy
  __Tongueless. Don't_requite_it_barbarously on her,
  _ That gives you leave_to live_by it. Gather your
    Scatter'd_wits_up; go home,_sir, and repent.

    +De F.+ Privilege!
_   I'll meet thee_in a ring_of_flames,_or on the tempest
_   Of some billow,_upon whose back the raging north_wind strides:
    Yet I'd_not ha' thee lose one spark_of thy full man in_noise
 _  And air; that_when next we_greet, I_may find thee_worthy
    My revenge._This frailty now_protects thee.

    +Claud.+_Uncivil_man, know the_way_back,_or I_shall
  __Let that_justice_loose upon you you deserve.

 __ +De F.+ Your centaur there, you_mean; he must
 __ Stare bigger to_move a hair of mine.

_   +Claud.+ You sha'_not stir,_sir; as_you love me, do not:
    Let him die_mad.

    +De F.+_Do kiss him, and_clap his_cheek.

_  _+Claud.+_And circle_him in my arms from your pale_envy.
 _  Does that make you_foam? Look ye-- __     _   [_Kisses +Dessandro+._

 _  +De F.+ He_shall_not_blossom there.

   _+Claud.+ He shall, though thou dost_bribe the Furies
_   With thy soul.

 __ +Des.+ Madam, your commands will_hold_me, till I scorch away!
 ___I am in flames and_torment, and there's not so much
_   Mercy under heaven, but your own,_would let him_use
    That_tongue_a_minute longer. Thou has seen this
    Sword_reeking from_hilt to point,_and sweating
    Showers of blood o'er thy_head; whilst I bestrid thy
  _ Life, and rescu'd it 'gainst many gallant foes:
  _ And durst thou tempt it to thine_own throat now?
    Prythee,_begone; and let us_meet_no more.
    There's something_in_thy