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Why , you whoreson round Man , what's the matter ? Fal . Are not you a coward ? answer me to that : and Poins there ? Poins . ' Zounds , ye fat Paunch , an ye call me coward , by the Lord , I'll stab thee . Fal . I call thee coward !
Why , you whoreson round Man , what's the matter ? Fal . Are not you a coward ? answer me to that : and Poins there ? Poins . ' Zounds , ye fat Paunch , an ye call me coward , by the Lord , I'll stab thee . Fal . I call thee coward !
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What's the matter ! there be four of us here have ta'en a thousand pound this day morning . PRINCE . Where is it , Jack ? where is it ? FAL . Where is it ! taken from us it is : a hundred upon poor four of us . PRINCE .
What's the matter ! there be four of us here have ta'en a thousand pound this day morning . PRINCE . Where is it , Jack ? where is it ? FAL . Where is it ! taken from us it is : a hundred upon poor four of us . PRINCE .
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Depose me ! if thou dost it half so gravely , so majestically , both in word and matter , hang me up by the heels for a rabbit - sucker ' or a poulter's hare . PRINCE . Well , here I am set . Fal . And here I stand .
Depose me ! if thou dost it half so gravely , so majestically , both in word and matter , hang me up by the heels for a rabbit - sucker ' or a poulter's hare . PRINCE . Well , here I am set . Fal . And here I stand .
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