Love’s Labor’s Lost, [5.1.68-75]. Costard. “An I had but one penny in the world, thou shouldst have it to buy gingerbread. Hold, there is the very remuneration I had of thy master, thou halfpenny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion. O, an the heavens were so pleas’d that thou wert but my bastard, what a joyful father wouldst thou make me! Go to; thou hast it ad dunhill, at the fingers’ ends, as they say.”
May 1, 2009 at 6:25 pm
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