The Works of Shakespeare ...: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Том 4H. Lintott, 1740 |
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... Pift . Save you , Sir John . Fal . Welcome , ancient Piflol . Here , Piftol , I charge you with a cup of fack : do you difcharge upon mine hoftess . Pift . I will difcharge upon her , Sir John , with two bullets . Fal . She is Piftol ...
... Pift . Save you , Sir John . Fal . Welcome , ancient Piflol . Here , Piftol , I charge you with a cup of fack : do you difcharge upon mine hoftess . Pift . I will difcharge upon her , Sir John , with two bullets . Fal . She is Piftol ...
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... Pift . I know you , Mistress Dorothy . Dol . Away , you cut - purfe rafcal , you filthy bung , away : by this wine , I'll thruft my knife in your mouldy chaps , if you play the fawcy cuttle with me . Away , you bottle - ale rafcal , you ...
... Pift . I know you , Mistress Dorothy . Dol . Away , you cut - purfe rafcal , you filthy bung , away : by this wine , I'll thruft my knife in your mouldy chaps , if you play the fawcy cuttle with me . Away , you bottle - ale rafcal , you ...
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... Pift . Then feed , and be fat , my fair Calipolis ; come , give me fome fack . Si fortuna me tormente , fperato me ... Pift . Pift . ( 11 ) Sweet knight , I kifs King HENRY IV . 219.
... Pift . Then feed , and be fat , my fair Calipolis ; come , give me fome fack . Si fortuna me tormente , fperato me ... Pift . Pift . ( 11 ) Sweet knight , I kifs King HENRY IV . 219.
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... Pift . ( 11 ) Sweet knight , I kifs thy neif : what ! we have feen the seven stars . Dol . Thruft him down ftairs , I cannot endure fuch a fuftian rafcal . Pift . Thrust him down Stairs ? know we not gallo- way nags ? ? Fal . Quoit him ...
... Pift . ( 11 ) Sweet knight , I kifs thy neif : what ! we have feen the seven stars . Dol . Thruft him down ftairs , I cannot endure fuch a fuftian rafcal . Pift . Thrust him down Stairs ? know we not gallo- way nags ? ? Fal . Quoit him ...
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... Pift . Sir John , ' fave you , Sir . Fal . What wind blew you hither , Piftol ? Pift . Not the ill wind which blows no man good , fweet Knight thou art now one of the greatest men in the Realm . Sil . Indeed , I think he be , but ...
... Pift . Sir John , ' fave you , Sir . Fal . What wind blew you hither , Piftol ? Pift . Not the ill wind which blows no man good , fweet Knight thou art now one of the greatest men in the Realm . Sil . Indeed , I think he be , but ...
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