chapter
a retelling by Mary Lamb
“Wherefore are these things hid? Wherefore have these gifts a curtain before 'em?”
“Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?”
“Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb, like the sun; it shines everywhere.”
“I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.”
“If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.”
“Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.”
Quotes via Wikiquote (CC BY-SA), each with its original source.
