Come, trouble not yourself. Good Master Fenton,
I will not be your friend nor enemy:
My daughter will I question how she loves you,
And as I find her, so am I affected.
Till then farewell, sir: she must needs go in;
Her father will be angry.
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wim commented on 02.21.11
people with a mistress don't have to page, they find
Ken commented on 10.20.05
Why dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey Iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years?
Donavon commented on 10.20.05
If I didn't know you, I would think you are cultured beyond this site. But, I think we've spent enough drunk nights babbling at each other to know better!
Rebecca commented on 10.20.05
And does Good Master Fenton want to eat this house?