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Spring is in the air and the sap is rising. Little birds are twittering, apple blossom falls from the trees as they flutter their wings and everywhere you look, ture lovers and falling in love. It is completely sickening. Can Panatalone - rich beyond imagination, wet-lipped, wizened and cadaverous - endure it for one day, or for even one hour of one day? Will he be able to kick off his Turkish slippers and frolic with the rest, and perhaps get his hands on a few gold pieces while he's at it?

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Author: Improvised by Unravelled
Company: Unravelled Commedia Company