Simone. My Good Wife, You Come Slowly; Were It Not Better To Run To Meet Your Lord? Here, Take My Cloak. Take This Pack First. 'tis Heavy. I Have Sold Nothing: Save A Furred Robe Unto The Cardinal's Son, Who Hopes To Wear It When His Father Dies, And Hopes That Will Be Soon.
Simone. My Good Wife, You Come Slowly; Were It Not Better To Run To Meet Your Lord? Here, Take My Cloak. Take This Pack First. 'tis Heavy. I Have Sold Nothing: Save A Furred Robe Unto The Cardinal's Son, Who Hopes To Wear It When His Father Dies, And Hopes That Will Be Soon.