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''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 thy with surety know aught else —<br>
Lest thee with surety know aught else —<br>
Withhold thy assignations.<br>
Withhold thy assignations.<br>
''TRIAGO'': Pish upon thee, nuncle. Pish! <br>
{{script|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?<br>
''HERCULIO'': Peradventure — <br>
{{script|Herculio}}: Peradventure — <br>
''TRIAGO'': Pish abeam! <br>
{{script|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? <br>
''HERCULIO'': Perchance, percase, mayhap dear Triago<br>
{{script|Herculio}}: Perchance, per case, mayhap dear Triago<br>
’Twas but a fluke?
’Twas but a fluke?<br>
{{script|Triago}}: O! This nuisant planet weighs upon my soul! <br>
{{script|Herculio}}: If ’tis thing and nought beside <br>
That flies you to a vernal rage <br>
The fickle globe in its manifold confound’ry <br>
Lies prettily indeed <br>
For thy alignment. <br>


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Revision as of 08:11, 17 April 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 thing and nought beside
That flies you to a vernal rage
The fickle globe in its manifold confound’ry
Lies prettily indeed
For thy alignment.

Büchstein, Die Schweizer Heulsuse