July 18: No thanks

Right in the beginning of A Blot in the 'Scutcheon", which I'm sure is a fine verse play, I read:

Second Retainer. Now, Gerard, out with it!
What makes you sullen, this of all the days
I’ the year? To-day that young rich bountiful
Handsome Earl Mertoun, whom alone they match
With our Lord Tresham through the country-side,
Is coming here in utmost bravery
To ask our master’s sister’s hand?
My eyes roll, audibly. You've got the lords and earls and the retainers and the exposition and the master's sister's hand...it's too much for me. Like TMQ, I wrote "Game Over" in my notebook.

See you tomorrow.

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