Disappointing, humbled, and self-condemned, in broken accents, and with a faultering tongue, he was withdrawing, without having the assurance once to pronounce the name of Laura […] .

Good Gentleman goe your gate, let poore voke paſſe, and chud haue beene ſwaggard’d out of my life, it would not haue beene ſo long by a fortnight, nay come not neare the old man, keepe out, cheuore ye, or ile trie whether your coſter or my battero be the harder, ile be plaine with you. c. 1603–1606, William Shakespeare, “The Tragedie of King Lear”, in Mr. William Shakespeares Comedies, Histories, & Tragedies…, London: […] Isaac Iaggard, and Ed[ward] Blount, published 1623, OCLC 606515358, [Act IV, scene vi], page 304, column 2: Good Gentleman goe your gate, and let poore volke paſſe: and ’chud ha’ bin zwaggerd out of my life, ’twould not ha’bin zo long as ’tis, by a vortnight. Nay, come not neere th’old man: keepe out che vor’ye, or ice try whither your Coſtard, or my Ballow be the harder; chill be plaine with you.

There were three clear sets, more than what you might expect at Heartbreak Point, given all the juvies rodding in and out of there with their girlfriends.

I have just fallen in love with Rome!