The Queen:
Hark unto me! If my husband the King and my son the Doctor walketh near upon these paved paths and heareth what thou saist about copping a feel, thy life would not be worth a plugged nickel!
The Fool:
But Madam, so beautiful do they lay there, one on either side!
The Queen:
'One on either side'?
The Fool:
A matched set!
The Queen:
That's the way they were made, Fool! Away with thee!
[She storms away knocking the Fool over]
The Fool:
I fell on my bells!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:17