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(00:29) Introduction to Episode 10
- All Spun Up – Spinning
- Loops – Knitting
- That’s my story
- American English
- Moment of Drama
(1:20)All Spun Up
My handspun for a Magic yarn ball swap
Hilltopcloud roving purchased at Wonderwool: 40% shetland, 40% merino, 10% firestar, 10% llame
On the wheel
I have started on my WoW grey blend: www.worldofwool.co.uk/myblends/8fjlq8
40% Grey Shetland, 40% Grey Merino, 20% Bleached Tussah Silk
Time to get ready for the Tour de Fleece!
Meatballs from The Best Recipe and we used some lovely fruit bread in place of white bread
What’s growing…well sortof
Cress – I wanted to do alfalfa sprouts which should have looked like this
(23:57) That’s my story
(27:40) American English
Siri – Where can I get some tomatos?
(29:47) Moment of Drama
The Spanish Tragedy by Thomas Kyd
Act 1 Scene iii
This scarf I plucked from off his lifeless arm,
And wear it in remembrance of my friend.
I know the scarf: would he had kept it still;
For ’twas my favor at his last depart.
But now wear thou it both for him and me,
For after him thou hast deserved it best.
But for thy kindness in his life and death,
Be sure, while Bel-imperia’s life endures,
She will be Don Horatio’s thankful friend.
HORATIO: And [Madam] Don Horatio will not slack
Humbly to serve fair Bel-imperia.
But now, if your good liking stand thereto,
I’ll crave your pardon to go seek the Prince,
For so the Duke, your father, gave me charge.
Aye, go Horatio, leave me here alone,
For solitude best fits my cheerless mood. [Exit.]
Yet what avails to wail Andrea’s death,
From whence Horatio proves my second love?
Had he not loved Andrea as he did,
He could not sit in Bel-imperia’s thoughts.
But how can love find harbor in my breast,
Til I revenge the death of my beloved?
Yes, second love shall further my revenge:
I’ll love Horatio, my Andrea’s friend,
The more to spite the Prince that wrought his end.
And where Don Balthazar, that slew my love,
Himself now pleads for favor at my hands,
He shall, in rigor of my just disdain,
Reap long repentance for his murderous deed:
For what was’t else but murd’rous cowardice,
So many to oppress one valiant knight,
Without respect of honor in the fight?
And here he comes that murdered my delight.
[Enter Lorenzo and Balthazar.]