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Page 118
... look you , I warrant you . Dol . So you do , hostess . Host . Do I ? yea , in very truth do I , an ' t were an aspen leaf . I cannot abide swaggerers . Enter PISTOL , BARDOLPH , and Page . Pist . 118 32 SECOND PART OF.
... look you , I warrant you . Dol . So you do , hostess . Host . Do I ? yea , in very truth do I , an ' t were an aspen leaf . I cannot abide swaggerers . Enter PISTOL , BARDOLPH , and Page . Pist . 118 32 SECOND PART OF.
Page 119
... Pist . Then to you , mistress Dorothy : I will charge you . Dol . Charge me ? Iscorn you , scurvy companion . What ! you poor , base , rascally , cheating , lack - linen mate ! Away , you mouldy rogue , away ! I am meat for your master .
... Pist . Then to you , mistress Dorothy : I will charge you . Dol . Charge me ? Iscorn you , scurvy companion . What ! you poor , base , rascally , cheating , lack - linen mate ! Away , you mouldy rogue , away ! I am meat for your master .
Page 120
... Pist . Die men , like dogs ; give crowns like pins . Have we not Hiren here ? Host . On my word , captain , there's none such here . What the goodyear ! do you think I would deny her ? for God's sake , be quiet . Pist . Then feed , and ...
... Pist . Die men , like dogs ; give crowns like pins . Have we not Hiren here ? Host . On my word , captain , there's none such here . What the goodyear ! do you think I would deny her ? for God's sake , be quiet . Pist . Then feed , and ...
Page 121
William Shakespeare. -- Pist . What ! shall we have incision ? shall we imbrue ? [ Snatching up his sword . Then , death , rock me asleep , abridge my doleful days ! Why then , let grievous , ghastly , gaping wounds Untwine the sisters ...
William Shakespeare. -- Pist . What ! shall we have incision ? shall we imbrue ? [ Snatching up his sword . Then , death , rock me asleep , abridge my doleful days ! Why then , let grievous , ghastly , gaping wounds Untwine the sisters ...
Page 171
... Pist . Sir John , God save you , Sir . Fal . What wind blew you hither , Pistol ? Pist . Not the ill wind which blows no man to good . Sweet knight , th ' art now one of the 171 KING HENRY IV . 85.
... Pist . Sir John , God save you , Sir . Fal . What wind blew you hither , Pistol ? Pist . Not the ill wind which blows no man to good . Sweet knight , th ' art now one of the 171 KING HENRY IV . 85.
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