MORTE D'ARTHUR
...a drama in one act...
Oh hell, everything hurts; My teeth
are wailing, my head feels split in
two, my stomach grumbles, and I
can't hear a word you do. Or see a
thing you say, for that matter too.
Whatever's left, yes, I throw it all
away. That fat Friar on that Robin
Hood future bridge : he, and they,
can all go to their bloody Hell
with me I say.
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