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{{dia|Herculio|’Tis neither malice, spite, nor virtue<br>
{{script|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 thee with surety know aught else —<br>
Withhold thy assignations.<br>
Withhold thy assignations.}}
{{script|Triago}}: Pish upon thee, nuncle. Pish! <br>
{{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?<br>
Through doughty misadventure?}}
{{script|Herculio}}: Peradventure — <br>
{{dia|Herculio|Peradventure —}}
{{script|Triago}}: Pish abeam! <br>
{{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? <br>
Withhold rebuke?}}
{{script|Herculio}}: Perchance, per case, mayhap dear Triago<br>
{{dia|Herculio|Perchance, per case, mayhap dear Triago<br>
’Twas but a fluke?<br>
’Twas but a fluke?}}
{{script|Triago}}: O! This nuisant planet weighs upon my soul! <br>
{{dia|Triago|O! This nuisant planet weighs upon my soul!}}
{{script|Herculio}}: If ’tis this and nought beside <br>  
{{dia|Herculio|If ’tis this and nought beside<br>
That flies you to a vernal rage <br>
That flies you to a vernal rage<br>
Our fickle globe in its manifold confound’ry <br>
Our fickle globe in its manifold confound’ry<br>
Lies prettily indeed <br>
Lies prettily indeed<br>
For thy alignment. <br>
For thy alignment.}}
 
:—{{buchstein}}, {{dsh}}}}

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.