Duke Angelo: Ay, what shall I do? Verily, I am dryer than the antediluvian plains of Africa, and my lone Swisher be-stales itself apace.
Nicolo: Peace, my lord! I have procured for you, from a most generous and dutiful peasant, a small sack: no harvest-festival bounty, to be sure, but most certainly a veritable chopsworth.
Duke Angelo: Truly, you alone shall be my son, and the rightful heir to this kingdom.
--from "The Courier's Tragedy," Richard Wharfinger, 1788
Nicolo: Peace, my lord! I have procured for you, from a most generous and dutiful peasant, a small sack: no harvest-festival bounty, to be sure, but most certainly a veritable chopsworth.
Duke Angelo: Truly, you alone shall be my son, and the rightful heir to this kingdom.
--from "The Courier's Tragedy," Richard Wharfinger, 1788
by T. Drometheus Chopworthington January 15, 2010
Lemme get a chopsworth!
by Chop Chopenstein September 10, 2009