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{{ | {{dia|Herculio|’Tis neither malice, spite, nor virtue<br> | ||
Whose ledger swells, or plucks, the seedy fruits of progress —<br> | |||
Whose ledger swells, or plucks, the seedy fruits of progress — <br> | But mainly accident.<br> | ||
But mainly accident. <br> | Lest thee with surety know aught else —<br> | ||
Lest | Withhold thy assignations.}} | ||
Withhold thy assignations. | {{dia|Triago|Pish upon thee, Nuncle. Pish!<br> | ||
Dost thou mean to say<br> | |||
Dost thou mean to say <br> | |||
Things peel this way<br> | Things peel this way<br> | ||
Through doughty misadventure? | Through doughty misadventure?}} | ||
{{dia|Herculio|Peradventure —}} | |||
{{dia|Triago|Pish abeam!<br> | |||
Has thou no more to say than that?<br> | Has thou no more to say than that?<br> | ||
Wouldst thou on this shaky surmise <br> | Wouldst thou on this shaky surmise<br> | ||
Withhold rebuke? | Withhold rebuke?}} | ||
{{dia|Herculio|Perchance, per case, mayhap dear Triago<br> | |||
’Twas but a fluke? | ’Twas but a fluke?}} | ||
{{dia|Triago|O! This nuisant planet weighs upon my soul!}} | |||
{{dia|Herculio|If ’tis this and nought beside<br> | |||
That flies you to a vernal rage<br> | |||
Our fickle globe in its manifold confound’ry<br> | |||
Lies prettily indeed<br> | |||
For thy alignment.}} | |||
Latest revision as of 07:57, 11 September 2024
Herculio: ’Tis neither malice, spite, nor virtue
Whose ledger swells, or plucks, the seedy fruits of progress —
But mainly accident.
Lest thee with surety know aught else —
Withhold thy assignations.
Triago: Pish upon thee, Nuncle. Pish!
Dost thou mean to say
Things peel this way
Through doughty misadventure?
Herculio: Peradventure —
Triago: Pish abeam!
Has thou no more to say than that?
Wouldst thou on this shaky surmise
Withhold rebuke?
Herculio: Perchance, per case, mayhap dear Triago
’Twas but a fluke?
Triago: O! This nuisant planet weighs upon my soul!
Herculio: If ’tis this and nought beside
That flies you to a vernal rage
Our fickle globe in its manifold confound’ry
Lies prettily indeed
For thy alignment.