Chapter 21

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​⁠Dream. Let me but see her, dear Leontins.

Humorous Lieutenant.

Hempskirke. It was the fellow, sure.

Wolfort. What are you, sirrah?

Beggar's Bush.

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​⁠O thou divine spirit that burnest in every breast, inciting each with the sublime desire to be fine; that stirrest up the great to become little in order to seem greater, and that makest a duchess woo insult for a voucher,—thou that delightest in so many shap