That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold;
What hath quench'd them hath given me fire.
Hark! Peace! It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,
Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it:
The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms
Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd
their possets,
That death and nature do contend about them,
Whether they live or die.
2 comments
Götz Kluge said:
Götz Kluge said:
It is about time!