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Over Monologue from Bartholomew Fair

From Bartholomew Fair by Ben Jonson

male · defiant · 39 sec

If this grave matron be your mother, sir, stand by her, _et digito compesce labellum;_ I may perhaps spring a wife for you anon. Brother Bartholomew, I am sadly sorry to see you so lightly given, and such a disciple of enormity, with your grave governor Humphrey: but stand you both there, in the middle place; I will reprehend you in your course. Mistress Grace, let me rescue you out of the hands of the stranger.

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