Scene 2 - It is an honour that I dream not of
The dreary mist hath lifted, as friend Silk did predict, and from mine window the whole of a city doth stretch before me.
Good Tybalt! I would walk in it, and learn the paths and shape of things. My new home, though home it be for only this brief while, should not a stranger be.
Good Tybalt! I would walk in it, and learn the paths and shape of things. My new home, though home it be for only this brief while, should not a stranger be.