Spearesques 10

Virago: What now? Three cabbages that claim to be heads.

Say business.


Inch: Is a russet for Your Grace's table.


Virago: Not a chew's value. You -- pay out my moment's worth.


Ounce: Colored pebbles quarried for Your Hi'ness' jars.


Virago: Keep for thy gargle. And you, dog? What's clutched in your paw?


Thumb: A crush of fine-smelled rose.


Virago: Polluted by the oils of your breath.

(aside) One half-man is not half a man.



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