Claypole, the buxom novelist,...[his] bubbling utterances....

One of the staff was up in the flies fixing the weight for the mast. The head mechanist and Ted Gascoigne were down below on the stage, having an argument. Suddenly, the gentleman in the flies got all careless and dropped the weight.

An vncouth paine torments my grieued ſoule, And death arreſts the organe of my voyce. Who entring at the breach thy ſword hath made, Sackes euery vaine and artier of my heart, […]

This is generally speaking—sometimes being around a whisker biscuit is unavoidable. There is a certain type of woman who may think showing you her naked crotch is funny or even just a normal thing to do.