#143 Sat (11/12/22) - "at vast of night"

 ...from William Shakespeare's The Tempest: 

"For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps, 
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins 
Shall, forth at vast of night that they may work, 
All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched 
As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging 
Than bees that made 'em"

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