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neighing in likeness of a filly foal.
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Sometime lurk I
in a gossip's bowl...
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in very likeness of a roasted crab.
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And when she drink,
against her lips I bob...
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and on her withered dewlap
pour the ale.
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He's good. He's really good.
1:30:17
Sometimes the three-foot stool
mistaketh me.
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Then slip I from her bum,
down topples she and "tailor" cries...
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and falls into a cough.
1:30:26
And then the whole choir
hold their hips and laugh.
1:30:28
And waxen in their mirth
and neeze and swear...
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a merrier hour
was never wasted there.
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But, room, Fairy.
Here comes Oberon.
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And here my mistress.
Would that he were gone.
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And by your side,
no bedroom me deny.
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For lying so, Hermia,
I do not lie.
1:30:52
Lysander riddles very prettily.
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Now much beshrew my manners
and my pride...
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if Hermia meant to say Lysander lied.
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But, gentle friend, for love
and courtesy, lie further off.
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In human modesty such separation...
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as may well be said becomes
a virtuous bachelor and a maid.
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And good night, sweet friend.
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Thy love ne'er alter
till thy sweet life end.
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Amen. Amen to that fair prayer, say I.
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Neil. That's your cue, Neil.
1:31:18
Come on, Neil.
Here's your crown. Let's go.