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[pretty_sweeting]

My Feste, would'st speak with me? I have something to ask of thee.

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[madonnas_feste]

*appears with a bow and a handkiss* E'er I would speak with thee, dear lady, but I fear that thou might then stop my mouth and put me away.

[pretty_sweeting]

*laughs* I will stop thy mouth now, an thou would'st have it, but never would I put thee away.

[madonnas_feste]

Not e'en when thou shouldst tire of this poor wand'ring minstrel? *strums at his lute* But thou didst beg for my ear. 'Tis thine, fairest flower of the olive.

[pretty_sweeting]

It could never be. *smiles and kisses him* Ay - I have a friend here who hath in past been a player, and she doth desire to return to the stage. Methought, perhaps, that thou and thine instruments could provide assistance.