:38:02
Besides two merchant ships
And twelve light galleys.
:38:07
Twelve?
:38:16
- Hic ibat Simois hic est Sigeia tellus
- Nay, leave his lecture.
:38:21
Fiddler, forbear. You grow too forward, sir.
:38:24
Have you so soon forgot the entertainment
Her sister Katharine welcom'd you withal?
:38:28
Wrangling pedant! This is
The patroness of heavenly harmony.
:38:32
Preposterous ass! You may go walk,
and give me leave awhile.
:38:36
- Go tune your instrument.
- My instrument's in tune.
:38:39
Spit in the hole, man, and tune again.
:38:41
Think upon that, sir, and keep your place.
:38:44
You'll leave his lecture when I am in tune?
:38:46
That will be never.
:38:50
Hic ibat Simois
:39:28
Good morrow, Kate. Good Kate.
I am a gentleman...
:39:31
That I'll try.
:39:40
Come, come, you wasp;
i' faith, you are too angry.
:39:43
If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
:39:46
My remedy, then, is to pluck it out.
:39:49
Ay, if the fool could find where it lies.
:39:52
Who knows not where a wasp
doth wear his sting? ln his tail.
:39:55
- In his tongue.
- Whose tongue?
:39:57
Yours, if you talk of tales, and so farewell.