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BARD . Yea ; and to tickle our noses with spear - grass to make them bleed ; and then to beslubber our garments with it , and swear it was the blood of true men . I did that I did not this seven year before ; I blush'd to hear his ...
BARD . Yea ; and to tickle our noses with spear - grass to make them bleed ; and then to beslubber our garments with it , and swear it was the blood of true men . I did that I did not this seven year before ; I blush'd to hear his ...
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BARD . Sir John , you are so fretful , you cannot live long Fal . Why , there is it : come , sing me a bawdy song ; make me merry . I was as virtuously given as a gentleman need to be ; virtuous enough ; swore little ; dic'd not above ...
BARD . Sir John , you are so fretful , you cannot live long Fal . Why , there is it : come , sing me a bawdy song ; make me merry . I was as virtuously given as a gentleman need to be ; virtuous enough ; swore little ; dic'd not above ...
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BARD . Will you give me money , Captain ? Fal . Lay out , lay out . " BARD . This bottle makes an angel . FAL . An if it do , take it for thy labour ; and if it make twenty , take them all ; I'll answer the coinage .
BARD . Will you give me money , Captain ? Fal . Lay out , lay out . " BARD . This bottle makes an angel . FAL . An if it do , take it for thy labour ; and if it make twenty , take them all ; I'll answer the coinage .
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