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Elizabethan Husband: Belovéd wife? Elizabethan Wife: What tis't, my husband? Elizabethan Husband: Where lies my Raiment of Power? Elizabethan Wife: Pray speak again? Elizabethan Husband: Where. Doth. My. Raiment. Lie? Elizabethan Wife: 'Tis, uhhh, stowéd. Elizabethan Husband: Whence dids't thou stow it? Elizabethan Wife: Wherefore doth thy heart cry out to know? Elizabethan Husband: More dearly than life do I need it! Elizabethan Wife: Nay, faithless rogue, conscious thou no swift flight to battle - marry, for two months hath this feast been contrivéd! Elizabethan Husband: Peril and doom lies over the sweet Christendom! Elizabethan Wife: Peril and doom lies over this sweet evening! Elizabethan Husband: Balk not but tell me where my Raiment lies, tyrannous wretch! Of the greatest duties of honour and goodness do we speak! Elizabethan Wife: O, "the greatest duties" - spew not such dotage, for I am thy wife! I am greatest of thy duties of goodness!
Elizabethan Peasant 1: Look yonder! Someone has writ upon that ceiling that thou art most easily gulled!
Elizabethan Peasant 2: More fool they, for I cannot read.
Elizabethan Peasant 1: *sighing, lowers his visage unto his palm*