He was hit with the bottle and turned to see where it came from. "Now that wasn't very nice. You could have hurt me." He waved a hand with a flourish and the beer bottles in her hand turned into more butterflies. He waved his hand again and her clothes were turned into a clown suit. Big shoes, red nose and face paint were all there.
"If any wanderers I meet
that from their night-sports doe trudge home,
With counterfeiting voyce I greet
and cause them on with me to roame,
Through woods, through lakes,
Through bogs, through brakes, --
Ore bush and brier with them I goe;
I call upon
Them to come on,
And wend me, laughing ho, ho, ho!"
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