I would thou wouldst be...

CLOWN.
Give me thy hand. I will swear to the Prince thou art as
honest a true fellow as any is in Bohemia.

SHEPHERD.
You may say it, but not swear it.

CLOWN.
Not swear it, now I am a gentleman? Let boors and franklins
say it: I'll swear it.

SHEPHERD.
How if it be false, son?

CLOWN.
If it be ne'er so false, a true gentleman may swear it in
the behalf of his friend. And I'll swear to the Prince thou art a
tall fellow of thy hands and that thou wilt not be drunk; but I
know thou art no tall fellow of thy hands and that thou wilt be
drunk. But I'll swear it; and I would thou wouldst be a tall
fellow of thy hands.

AUTOLYCUS.
I will prove so, sir, to my power.

CLOWN.
Ay, by any means, prove a tall fellow. If I do not wonder
how thou dar'st venture to be drunk not being a tall fellow,
trust me not. Hark! the kings and the princes, our kindred, are
going to see the Queen's picture. Come, follow us; we'll be thy
good masters.

Exeunt

'Tis done. And the incredible appearing refund appears to allow even more savings and opportunities for the odyssey. Halifax to Rome, Munchen to Halifax over 6 months - Oktoberfest, as foreseen spontaneously on the beaches of Tulum. Now we just need to sort out the rest of September post-Latvia. What an itinerary for 6 months, the thinking has made it so. Funny how life works. For Yol bilen kervana katilmaz. He who knows the road does not join the caravan.

"Why do we drink alcohol? ... Because when we are drunk, everything is crazy, everything is adventure..." Classic quote. Me gusto. Mexico a revelation, spanish and tango to be learned, more ridiculous trips to be orchestrated as the days roll on. And on.




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