Mag.
I was thinking of something,
cle.
Well.
Mag.
"Upon his neck all drink with bliss divine "
cle.
(Displeased.)
Why do you always drag one down to earth.
Mar.
Tel1 me Clem, wouldn’t you be prouid if pour wife became
aggreat, a desuoua poetess.
cle.
I've answered that before; you may think me narrow-minded
but I declare to you if you begin to scribble any more versus
or still worse, to print them, in which youRumentalized
over me, and published our love story to the world, I'd break
right off, I'd leave you - and there would be no marriage.
Mas.
And you can say that, A man who has had a doesn love affairs.
all town talk.
Cle.
My pet, toon talk or not I didn't tell, I didn’t put it in p
point when a drinken creature hung on my neck, and I didn't
sell it for one and a half gulden. That's the point. I
know well enough that there are men who make a living by it.