MOSCA.
His mouth
Is ever gaping and his eyelids hang.
CORBACCIO.
Good.
MOSCA.
A freezing numbness stiffens all his joints
And makes the colour of his flesh like lead.
CORBACCIO.
'Tis good.
MOSCA.
MOSCA.
His mouth
Is ever gaping and his eyelids hang.
CORBACCIO.
Good.
MOSCA.
A freezing numbness stiffens all his joints
And makes the colour of his flesh like lead.
CORBACCIO.
'Tis good.
MOSCA.