Part 19

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌⁠Lapwing.

Where is your brother? Apothecaries’ hall. My whetstone. Him, then Cranly, Mulligan: now these. Speech, speech. But act. Act speech. They mock to try you. Act. Be acted on.

Lapwing.

I am tired of my voice, the voice of Esau. My kingdom for a drink.

On.

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌⁠—You will say those names were already in the chronicles from which he took the stuff of his plays. Why did he take them rather than others? Ri