footeman

Updated: May 14, 2025

I know a hundred Leverets , things that will Bound like a dancer on the rope and kiss thee Into thy naturall complexion: A sinner that shall clime thee like a squirrell. Cou. And crack me like a Nutt. I ha no kernell To spare for her sweet tooth. Cap. That was a metaphor: hee's not desperate! Cou. Buoy, my deere Captaine. Cap. Enter a Footeman. Cou. How does my uncle? Fo.

Various - A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 2