Here's mine (original book text in bold):
It had happened that Vitoller's strolling players had been passing through at the time, and the dwarf had ventured one small copper coin on a performance of The Dragon of the Plains. Now he was bored and also angry. Mix them all together... and they seemed to cancel out, become a mere hundrum way of filling the stage for a couple of hours. Taken from 'Wyrd Sisters' by Terry Pratchett
