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Host . Master Fang , have you entered the action ? Host . Where's your yeoman ? Is't a lusty yeoman ? will a ' stand ... Host . O Lord , ay ! good Master Snare . London . ] Pope . A street . ] Theobald . Capell ; Enter Hostesse of the ...
Host . Master Fang , have you entered the action ? Host . Where's your yeoman ? Is't a lusty yeoman ? will a ' stand ... Host . O Lord , ay ! good Master Snare . London . ] Pope . A street . ] Theobald . Capell ; Enter Hostesse of the ...
Página 44
Host . Yea , good Master Snare ; I have entered him and all . Snare . It may chance cost some of us our lives , for he will stab . IO Host . Alas the day ! take heed of him ; he stabbed me in mine own house , and that most beastly : in ...
Host . Yea , good Master Snare ; I have entered him and all . Snare . It may chance cost some of us our lives , for he will stab . IO Host . Alas the day ! take heed of him ; he stabbed me in mine own house , and that most beastly : in ...
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Host . I am undone by his going ; I warrant you , he's an infinitive thing upon my score . Good Master Fang , hold him sure : good Master Snare , let him not scape . A ' comes continuantly to Pie - corner - saving 25 your manhoods - to ...
Host . I am undone by his going ; I warrant you , he's an infinitive thing upon my score . Good Master Fang , hold him sure : good Master Snare , let him not scape . A ' comes continuantly to Pie - corner - saving 25 your manhoods - to ...
Página 47
Host . Throw me in the channel ! I'll throw thee in the channel . Wilt thou ? wilt thou ? thou bastardly rogue ! Murder , murder ! Ah , thou honey - suckle villain wilt thou kill God's officers and the king's ?
Host . Throw me in the channel ! I'll throw thee in the channel . Wilt thou ? wilt thou ? thou bastardly rogue ! Murder , murder ! Ah , thou honey - suckle villain wilt thou kill God's officers and the king's ?
Página 48
Host . Good people , bring a rescue or two . Thou wot , wot thou ? thou wot , wot ta ? do , do , thou rogue ! do , 55 thou hemp - seed ! Page . Away , you scullion ! you rampallian ! you fustilarian ! I'll tickle your catastrophe . 53.
Host . Good people , bring a rescue or two . Thou wot , wot thou ? thou wot , wot ta ? do , do , thou rogue ! do , 55 thou hemp - seed ! Page . Away , you scullion ! you rampallian ! you fustilarian ! I'll tickle your catastrophe . 53.
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Página 164 - It ascends me into the brain ; dries me there all the foolish and dull and crudy vapours which environ it ; makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble fiery and delectable shapes ; which, delivered o'er to the voice, the tongue, which is the birth, becomes excellent wit.
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Página 168 - And noble offices thou mayst effect Of mediation, after I am dead, Between his greatness and thy other brethren : Therefore omit him not ; blunt not his love, Nor lose the good advantage of his grace By seeming cold or careless of his will ; For he is gracious, if he be observed : 30 He hath a tear for pity and a hand Open as day for melting charity...