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Aaah, were there but a single, magic bullet,
And that I could shoot it into my beloved WOFF’s heart,
And in the doing kill not her wondrous goodness
But instead send to the depths of Hades the one blight,
That, which prevents my love’s perfection.
To end the wretched stutter that taunts and torments her, and I.
That Satan’s stammer that, in its own evil humour,
Hides itself away until my love and I believe it gone,
Only to slink back from its dark place to torment and taunt anew.
Out, out dam’d stutter!
Oh if I could command it thus, to be gone so simply,
And that it would have died truly henceforth.
There would be perfect time then for my WOFF and I.
(from: Much Ado About WOFFing, Act 4, Scene 2)
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