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{{dia|Queen|Mark our wither’d arm, boy: <br>
{{dia|Queen|(''Wavibg a document wildly '') Black news! Black news! <br>
Our alloted time along these salted strands  <br>
Brave Annunzio is fallen! <br>
And beneath the teeming feathered roils<br>
Mark our wither’d arm, boy: <br>
Lest our alloted time <br>
Along these salted strands  <br>
Beneath the teeming feathered roils<br>
That drench this sad allotment <br>
That drench this sad allotment <br>
Tapers down. We are dying, French Guyana, d —}}
Taper down. <br>
{{dia|Triago|O, Queen! let not autumnal humours bring thee low!}}
We are dying, French Guyana, d —}}
{{Dia|Queen|The rigid struts of precedent<br>
{{dia|Triago|O, Queen! Let not this dread encroach<br>
Wherein autumnal humours bring thee low!}}
{dia|Nuncle|’Tis not the season, Trig
Quite so much as the  harvest
{{Dia|Queen|Must the rigid struts of precedent<br>
That fix our covenantry as stars <br>
That fix our covenantry as stars <br>
Pinned to the velvet firmament <br>
Pinned to the velvet firmament <br>
Doth dissolve upon this intemperate petition. <br>
So dissolve upon this intemperate petition? <br>
This meaty claim, short days ago as firm <br>
This meaty claim, short days ago as firm <br>
And explicable to those who tabulate<br>
And explicable to those who tabulate<br>

Revision as of 21:36, 12 September 2024

Queen: (Wavibg a document wildly ) Black news! Black news!
Brave Annunzio is fallen!
Mark our wither’d arm, boy:
Lest our alloted time
Along these salted strands
Beneath the teeming feathered roils
That drench this sad allotment
Taper down.
We are dying, French Guyana, d —

Triago: O, Queen! Let not this dread encroach
Wherein autumnal humours bring thee low!

{dia|Nuncle|’Tis not the season, Trig Quite so much as the harvest

Queen: Must the rigid struts of precedent
That fix our covenantry as stars
Pinned to the velvet firmament
So dissolve upon this intemperate petition?
This meaty claim, short days ago as firm
And explicable to those who tabulate
our fore and aft exposures as iron
Melts in the rain

Nuncle: If melting claims were the only problem.

Queen: What mean you, fool?

Nuncle: thy claims may melt into pennies upon the pound
Thy correspondent liabilities keep their craggy
constellational shape

Doth one not cancel out the other by the golden
sorcery of offset?
The happy magic is stayed by
Th’administrstor’s deeper conjury.



am weak.}}

Queen: