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Waikato Times, Volume XXV, Issue 2036, 25 July 1885, Page 2 (Supplement)

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TJjt; toiler n Shakespeare. " What ho ! Andiruuedu I" "Judged by tbe tone Jebnic of Miy voice, methinks, Henrioo, 'twra the ully-ho." " Waereat' I tally ons for thy sweet wit. Hut list thee, scriiphpn 1 Has 1: heard The n-iws that lute hath tattled of Beatrice Murcia !" "Ma rival i' tbo choir ? WV.t of hrr ? If tlioa ha«t new* that villifies the jade, then feed me, boy, the vary drega of it." " She hath betrothed her to the Count Persimmons." " What 1 he that owns the psanut mart below, and daily sops the Hbeckels of the just in change for pop-corn, taffy and tha liko ?" " The samo, Andromeda! the very eimilar 1" ' "What he? And she? Nay, nay I it cannot be I Plutonian furies crush it i' tha bud! For will she not to,fair Italia hie and ride gondolas i' the market place, sit for her portrait to Sir Michael Angelo: swap g«lic3 with the fragrant Genoese, and homeward como with voice with foreign timbre so veneered that sho may sell her ditties by the quaver, and count her duoats as we count her faults?" "Go to, thou jealous jabberer go to I Thy fears do make bat corpses of thy wits. There shall be ways of oiroumvonting ill, if this, thine Illiad of woes should come. I have an uncle, girl." 11 As wondrous news as if thou'd'st told ma thou'd'st a father onoe 1" " But whist thee 1 'tis a man o! gold, this goodly uncle that I told tbee of, and death hath even now a mortgage on the same. Thine own Henrico is the ooming heir, and when on tongue of joy doth come the tidings of his dear demise, then will us twain across the waters speed and purchase this Italia that thou speak'st—" " But, good Henrioo —" " Nay 1 withhold me not, for iron ia not stronger than me will. Etch jot and tittle of this fabled land I will secure me with me uncle's gold—Florence, Lombardy. Sicily and Homo with all their piles of lore and brio-a-bvao shall be but ours and only oura me love, and this Persimmons and his craokling mate will meet their doom in Comoa limpid tids, or forced to liva io circumstances as lean as is the tower to Pisa consecrate." "Now do the gods veneer me soul with peace, sweet oomforter, and I do &wim in dreams of Paradise."— Yonkcr's Gazette.