Saturday, October 13, 2012

Shakespeare's London

My deare groundlyngs, as I hath walked through Londoun tonight, your Will didst perceive ye moderns might want other image of mine towne. Here, thou mayest see Newgate and the poore soules who hath died there, Smithfield, where the yeoman do drive theyr beastes to market, and Sainte Bartholomew's hospital.

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