Verily, my dear.
Pray tell, what do you speak of?
Forsooth, I vouchsafe the importance of this treaty.
Prithee, dear wife, I do not know what treaty you doth speak of.
I crave your pardon! Methinks you forgot the guinea fowl?
Fie me! You, sir, are still tiffed about the foul fowl?
Perchance…
Apologies! Apologies, for godsake. Apologies, quoth I mayhap a dozen times.
(Silence).
Out upon it! I will not stand for this any longer. I pray you find faith in my hands once again.
‘Twas a sorry site, my dear. But yes, good. I shall forgive thee, methinks.
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