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All tongues speak of him

All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights
Are spectacled to see himSynecdoche
. Your prattling nurse
Into a rapture lets her baby cry
While she chats him; the kitchen malkin pins
Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck,
Clamb'ring the walls to eye him; stalls, bulks, windows
Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges hors'd
With variable complexions, all agreeing
In earnestness to see him. Seld-shown flamens
Do press among the popular throngs, and puff
To win a vulgar station; our veil'd dames
Commit the war of white and damask in
Their nicely gawded cheeks to th' wanton spoil
Of Phoebus' burning kisses—such a pother
As if that whatsoever god who leads him
Were slily crept into his human powers,
And gave him graceful posture.

Act 2
Scene 1
Line 224

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