Your Will hath passed another longe day at the theatre, gentles. It didst seem this day as if no one thinge wouldst work to its task. The actors fumbl'd lines, the lever for the stage wouldst not budge, and the pounding of hammers in the lodge nearbie didst make mine head pound. I gather thee have seen suche days as well, though I wish they be few for thee.
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