These sudden rains. Not tropical - with lightning, thunder, great release after hours of tension. But more nonchalant, more by-the-by. As if the clouds, rushing to get somewhere else, were to drop some rain in passing.

and ye wassailers elide your costrels and denegate yourselves of your vinolency; and ye clinquant jillflirts, abject your elamping and bombycinous habiliments, and your bijous, and cease from your irrational calamistrations;

[Rosemary] Pountney sees the term ‘vaguen’ in the play’s second typescript as ‘explicit testimony to [Samuel] Beckett’s policy of “vaguening” the later drafts of his plays’ (1988: 149).

His Majesty[…]entertain'd him with the Slaughter of two or three of his Liege Subjects, whom he very dexterously put to Death with the Tilt of his Lance.