There's another guy playing [Bob] Dylan as a formal poet facing some kind of muggle inquisition, but this is the movie's briefest and least consequential thread.

At the ſame time (over and above) ſhee thought that, in ſtead of a boye, (which ſhe desired) ſhe was deliverd and brought to bed of one of theſe kiſtrell birds, called a wind-ſucker.

And range with humble livers in content.

I want to tell you the Dukes, both mother and son, are cottoning to her fast enough