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Smokey, this be not the foul jungles of the darkest East Orient. This be ninepins. We are bound by laws.
[Outside LEBOWSKI’s castle. Enter THE KNAVE (with a Persian rug) and BRANDT]
I pray you, Knave, remember us in future visitations.
Faith, surely when next I travel in this neighbourhood, I will call upon his lordship’s good honour, and beseech his refreshment.
[Enter BONNIE LEBOWSKI and OLIVER]
“With toe-nails of verdant and forester’s green
With a hey-nonny-no and a hey-nonny-nonny
Blow thrice on my toe-nails and I’ll be thy queen
And ever preserve me as thine, blithe and Bonnie.”
[to THE KNAVE]
I pray you, sir, blow.
Marry! But here’s a lady of good interest, whose toe-nails are the very green of the common hump, where grass doth grow and where country lovers do foot. Whither shall I blow, maid? For I am but a traveling tumbleweed, and may well be carried by any wind, e’en south.
I mean only the wind in thine own maw in this case; blow, then, serve your turn and cool my hot temper.
Sayst thou that I must blow upon thy foot, painted lady?
I ask this deed of you thrice now; and that which a damsel craves constantly is the service of a tongue most moved in capability. Look to my foot; I cannot reach that far. Blow, wind!
I fear thy charms. Will not thy consort mind
If I bestow his lady fair my wind?
Nay, there’s naught for which Oliver carest;
He mindeth not, for he’s a nihilist.
Our court’s noble guest must not tarry, Lady Lebowski.
Lady Lebowski? Then thou art Bonnie? A merry wife indeed!
And a lady of good housekeeping and agriculture besides, minded to economy and all practicalities. Were thou to bring a gentle cock to mine bed-chamber, I might help him to success for ten shillings.
Such a lady of talents I have scarcely seen.
Yes, a most forthright jest! Free of spirit and good generosity, she is the nimble nymph of Neptune, and we mark her with good humour.
Free of spirit but ne’er free for flesh. Were I to regale thee with parts of my humour, I would not bid Brandt hear the play ere he paid a shilling himself.
Hark, a marvelous jest; but, I pray you, we dare not tarry. Come, Knave.
Yea, I shall come, and then return with money,
Or lose the labour’d love of fair Bonnie.