:55:03
What's he that hath so much
thy place mistook
:55:06
to set thee here?
:55:09
It is both he and she, -
your son and daughter.
:55:13
- No.
- Yes.
:55:14
- No, I say.
- I say, yes.
:55:16
No, no, they would not!
:55:20
Winter's not gone yet,
if the wild-geese fly that way.
:55:24
Fathers that wear rags
:55:28
Do make their children blind,
:55:32
But fathers that bear bags
:55:35
Shall see their children kind.
:55:42
Fortune, that arrant whore,
:55:48
Ne'er turns the key to the poor.
:55:56
O, how this mother swells up
toward my heart!
:56:00
Down, thou climbing sorrow,
:56:03
thy element's below!
:56:10
Where is this daughter?
:56:12
With the earl, sir, here within.
:56:17
Follow me not!
Stay here.
:56:33
How chance the king comes
with so small a train?
:56:37
An thou hadst been set in the stocks
for that question,
:56:40
thou hadst well deserved it.
:56:41
Why, fool?
:56:43
Let go thy hold when a great
wheel runs down a hill,
:56:48
but the great one that goes up
the hill, let him draw thee after.
:56:52
Where learned you this, fool?
:56:57
Not in the stocks, fool.