Ham. Why, e’en so, and now my Lady Worm’s, chopless, and knock’d about the [mazzard] with a sexton’s spade. Here’s fine revolution, and we had the trick to see’t. Did these bones cost no more the breeding, but to play at loggats with them? Mine ache to think on’t.
pretty preoccupied with this aren't you. i thought we all are worm food just the same.
