The Vigil of Venus and Other Poems by "Q"
Our Captain paid you. Certain practices,

Which you may force me name, are charged upon

you

And may with freedom question.

Fulvia. I'll not question: No, nor I will not answer. 

No, nor I will not answer.

Lucio. Then I'll answer!' For me, for all, she is innocent! 

For me, for all, she is innocent!

Regent. For you? We'll hope it: but 'for all' 's more wide an oath Than you can swear, sir. I'll not bandy you Words nor debate. Myself the ladder saw; Lucetta, here, the ladder and the man. What man she will not say. Cesario Has tracked his footprint on her garden plots. Must we say more? 

We'll hope it: but 'for all' 's more wide an oath

Than you can swear, sir. I'll not bandy you

Words nor debate. Myself the ladder saw;

Lucetta, here, the ladder and the man.

What man she will not say. Cesario

Has tracked his footprint on her garden plots.

Must we say more?

Fulvia. No need. Her fingering mind Is a close cupboard turning all things rancid. 

Is a close cupboard turning all things rancid.

Lucio. Yea, for such wry-necks all the world's a lawn To peek and peer and pounce a sinful worm; The fatter, the more luscious. 

To peek and peer and pounce a sinful worm;


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