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*re-enter a courtier who's been gone for some time--dressed in ocher and russet and emerald, with lavender stockings and an expression of confusion on his face at finding himself back at the mansion* Is't easy here to lose the way? I thought--or did not think, and therein lay the snare--to take me some provision from a shelf--and lo! in fair Illyria again! A moment there I stood, and long I sought the door through which my fortune thrust me cruelly--but what of that? The hunts and hallways called! *a delighted laugh* And if I could not find my sure return, what blame can come to me for giving answer? I am returned now, through some device unknown to me, just as I first arrived--good Duke Orsino, pray receive me back, a prodigal to kneel and kiss your feet?
Typist: Curio, a courtier from Twelfth Night--re-typisted, taking up where the last left off because I much enjoyed her playing. Please be patient with my utter lack of skill with Elizabethan English. XD
Typist: Curio, a courtier from Twelfth Night--re-typisted, taking up where the last left off because I much enjoyed her playing. Please be patient with my utter lack of skill with Elizabethan English. XD