'"
"Amen!" cried Sir Thomas most devoutly, sustaining his voice long
and loud.
"Open that casement, good Silas! the day is sultry for the season of
the year; it approacheth unto noontide. The room is close, and
those blue flies do make a strange hubbub."
WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.
"In troth do they, sir; they come from the kitchen, and do savour
woundily of roast goose! And, methinks--"
SIR THOMAS.
"What bethinkest thou?"
WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.
"The fancy of a moment,--a light and vain one."
SIR THOMAS.
"Thou relievest me; speak it!"
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
"How could the creatures cast their coarse rank odour thus far?--
even into your presence! A noble and spacious hall! Charlecote, in
my mind, beats Warwick Castle, and challenges Kenilworth."
SIR THOMAS.
"The hall is well enough; I must say it is a noble hall,--a hall for
a queen to sit down in. And I stuffed an arm-chair with horse-hair
on purpose, feathers over it, swan-down over them again, and covered
it with scarlet cloth of Bruges, five crowns the short ell. But her
highness came not hither; she was taken short; she had a tongue in
her ear."
WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.
"Where all is spring, all is buzz and murmur.
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