Comhroinn Fuaime

Welcome gentlemen! Ladies that have their toes. Unplagued with corns will walk a bout with you. You are welcome, gentlemen. Come musicians, play. -song- How long is 't now since last yourself and i were in a mask? What man, 'tis not so much, 'tis not SO much. 'tis since the nuptials of Lucentio. Some five and twenty years, and then we masked. Will you tell me that? His son was but a ward two years ago. Why, how now kinsman? Wherefore storm you so? Young Romeo is it? Content thee,