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| Mai maintenante | Lammas is led in by baith our washwives, a | ||
| elle est venuse. | weird of wonder tenebrous as that evil thorn- | ||
| garth, a field of faery blithe as this flowing wild. | |||
| Two Dons Johns | Aujourd'hui comme aux temps le Pline et de | THE PART | |
| Threes Totty | Columelle la jacinthe se plaît dans les Gaules, | PLAYED BY | |
| Askins. | la pervenche en Illyrie, la marguerite sur les | BELLETRI- | |
| ruines de Numance 1 et pendant qu'autour d'elles | STICKS IN | ||
| les villes ont changé de maîtres et de noms, que | THE BELLUM- | ||
| plusieurs sont entrées dans le néant, que les | PAX-BEL- | ||
| civilisations se sont choquées et brisées, leurs | LUM. | ||
| Also Spuke | paisibles générations ont traversé les âges et sont | MUTUOMOR- | |
| Zerothruster. | arrivées jusqu'à nous, fraîches et riantes comme | PHOMUTA- | |
| aux jours des batailles. 2 | TION. | ||
| Margaritomancy! Hyacinthinous pervinci- | SORTES VIR- | ||
| veness ! Flowers. A cloud. But Bruto and | GINIANAE. | ||
| Cassio are ware only of trifid tongues 3 the | |||
| A saxum shillum | whispered wilfulness, ('tis demonal!) and sha- | ||
| for the sextum | dows shadows multiplicating (il folsoletto nel | ||
| but nothums for | falsoletto col fazzolotto dal fuzzolezzo), 4 to- | ||
| that parridge | tients quotients, they tackle their quarrel. Sicka- | ||
| preast. | moor's so woful sally. Ancient's aerger. And | ||
| eachway bothwise glory signs. What if she | |||
| love Sieger less though she leave Ruhm moan? | |||
| That's how our oxyggent has gotten ahold of | |||
| half their world. Moving about in the free of | |||
| the air and mixing with the ruck. Enten eller, | |||
| either or. | |||
| And! | INTERROGATION. | ||
| Nay, rather! | EXCLAMATION. | ||
| 1 The nasal foss of our natal folkfarthers so so much now for Valsing- | |||
| giddyrex and his grand arks day triump. | |||
| 2 Translout that gaswind into turfish, Teague, that's a good bog and you, | |||
| Thady, poliss it off, there's nateswipe, on to your blottom pulper. | |||
| 3 You daredevil donnelly, I love your piercing lots of lies and your flashy | |||
| foreign mail so here's my cowrie card, I dalgo, with all my exes, wise and sad. | |||
| 4 All this Mitchells is a niggar for spending and I will go to the length of | |||
| seeing that one day Big Mig will be nickleless himself. | |||
