Lea.
Some five and twenty, sir.
Die.
You say most true, Sir,
Just to an hour; 'tis now just five and twenty,
A fine straight timber'd man, and a brave soldier,
He married: let me see,—
Lea.
De Castro's Daughter.
Die.
Lea.
Some five and twenty, sir.
Die.
You say most true, Sir,
Just to an hour; 'tis now just five and twenty,
A fine straight timber'd man, and a brave soldier,
He married: let me see,—
Lea.
De Castro's Daughter.
Die.