Scene: The Kitchen. Yorick is at the table, eating porridge. Yorick’s brother, Borick, rushes in.
BORICK: Yorick! Come quickly! The mare’s giving birth!
YORICK: Cannot you stay till I eat my porridge?
(laughter)
BORICK: But your wife is with her and she’s fallen, she needs us to carry her to the surgeon.
YORICK: Cannot you stay till I eat my porridge?
(more laughter)
BORICK: The stablehand was giving her a look I wouldn’t trust my cat with.
YORICK: Cannot you stay till I eat my porridge?
(more laughter)
BORICK: Alright, then, give us a spoon.
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