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Nay , stand styll , drab , I say , and come no nere , For by cokkis blood ! yf thou
come here , Or yf thou onys styr toward this place , I shall throw this shovyll full of
colys in thy face . Tyb . Ye horson dryvyll , get the out of my dore . Johan . Nay ,
get ...
Nay , stand styll , drab , I say , and come no nere , For by cokkis blood ! yf thou
come here , Or yf thou onys styr toward this place , I shall throw this shovyll full of
colys in thy face . Tyb . Ye horson dryvyll , get the out of my dore . Johan . Nay ,
get ...
Page lix
And so art thou , for enterruptynge me . Pardo . Nay , thou art acurst , knave , and
that shalt thou se , And all suche that to me make interrupcyon , The pope sends
them excommunycacyon By hys bullys , here redy to be redde , By bysshoppes ...
And so art thou , for enterruptynge me . Pardo . Nay , thou art acurst , knave , and
that shalt thou se , And all suche that to me make interrupcyon , The pope sends
them excommunycacyon By hys bullys , here redy to be redde , By bysshoppes ...
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For thou , whan thou hast taught them ones the way , Thou carest not whether
they com there , ye or nay ! But whan that thou hast done all togyder , And taught
them the way for to com thyther , Yet all that thou canst ymagyn Is but to vse
vertue ...
For thou , whan thou hast taught them ones the way , Thou carest not whether
they com there , ye or nay ! But whan that thou hast done all togyder , And taught
them the way for to com thyther , Yet all that thou canst ymagyn Is but to vse
vertue ...
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