O, think upon the pleasure of the palace,
Securèd ease and state, the stirring meats
Ready to move out of the dishes,
That e’en now quicken when they’re eaten!
Banquets abroad by torch light, music, sports,
Bare-headed vassals that had ne’er the fortune
To keep on their own hats, but let horns wear ’em!
Nine coaches waiting, hurry, hurry, hurry!

Cyril Tourneur

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