Saturday, November 22, 2014

Post 11.22.2014.5

Antony:  Fall not a tear, I say; one of them rates
All that is won and lost.  Give me a kiss;
Even this repays me.  We sent our school master;
Is he come back?  Love, I am full of lead.
Some wine, within there, and our viands! Fortune knows
We scorn her most when most she offers blows.

Act III, Scene 11

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