unpeg

Not this by no means that I bid you do :
Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed ,
Pinch wanton on your cheek , call you his mouse ,
And let him , for a pair of reechy kisses
Or paddling in your neck with his damned fingers ,
Make you to ravel all this matter out
That I essentially am not in madness ,
But mad in craft . ’Twere good you let him know ,
For who that’s but a queen , fair , sober , wise ,
Would from a paddock , from a bat , a gib ,
Such dear concernings hide ? Who would do so ?
No , in despite of sense and secrecy ,
Unpeg the basket on the house’s top ,
Let the birds fly , and like the famous ape ,
To try conclusions , in the basket creep
And break your own neck down .