Scene 3 - I'll look to like, if looking liking move
Caspian, thou are of the angels! Thine company yester-noon did gladden me, and as thou did predict, the gardens were as mine eyes have never seen.
I hear tales of celebration, for All Hallows. Shall there be a revel, a masque? These contests also intrigue, but sure and they are not so deathly as mine ears are told?
Filtered AWAY from Tybalt//Hackable
Concern o'ertakes me, for my cousin. His is not to slave and toil, yet this he does. Are we so reduced? Doth my presence burden him so? I would give aid, but I know not how.
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I hear tales of celebration, for All Hallows. Shall there be a revel, a masque? These contests also intrigue, but sure and they are not so deathly as mine ears are told?
Filtered AWAY from Tybalt//Hackable
Concern o'ertakes me, for my cousin. His is not to slave and toil, yet this he does. Are we so reduced? Doth my presence burden him so? I would give aid, but I know not how.
/Filter