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Side 43
... Pist . ' Save you , sir John ! Fal . Welcome , ancient Pistol . Here , Pistol , I charge you with a cup of sack : do you dis- charge upon mine hostels . Pist . I will discharge upon her , sir John , with two bullets . Fal . She is ...
... Pist . ' Save you , sir John ! Fal . Welcome , ancient Pistol . Here , Pistol , I charge you with a cup of sack : do you dis- charge upon mine hostels . Pist . I will discharge upon her , sir John , with two bullets . Fal . She is ...
Side 44
... Pist . I know you , mistress Dorothy . Dol . Away , you cut - purse rascal ! you filthy bung , away ! by this wine , I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps , an you play the saucy cuttle with me . Away , you bottle - ale rascal ! you ...
... Pist . I know you , mistress Dorothy . Dol . Away , you cut - purse rascal ! you filthy bung , away ! by this wine , I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps , an you play the saucy cuttle with me . Away , you bottle - ale rascal ! you ...
Side 45
... Pist . Die men , like dogs ; give crowns like pins ; Have we not Hiren here ? Host . O ' my word , captain , there's none such here . What the good - year ! do you think , I would deny her ? for God's sake , be quiet . Pist . Then ...
... Pist . Die men , like dogs ; give crowns like pins ; Have we not Hiren here ? Host . O ' my word , captain , there's none such here . What the good - year ! do you think , I would deny her ? for God's sake , be quiet . Pist . Then ...
Side 46
... Pist . Thrust him down stairs ! know we not Galloway nags ? Fal . Quoit him down , Bardolph , like a shove- groat shilling nay , if he do nothing but speak nothing , he shall be nothing here . Bard . Come , get you down stairs . Pist ...
... Pist . Thrust him down stairs ! know we not Galloway nags ? Fal . Quoit him down , Bardolph , like a shove- groat shilling nay , if he do nothing but speak nothing , he shall be nothing here . Bard . Come , get you down stairs . Pist ...
Side 107
... Pist . God save you , sir John ! . Fal . What wind blew you hither , -- Pistol ? Pist . Not the ill wind which blows no man to Sweet knight , thou art now one of the greatest men in the realm . good . -- Sil . By'r lady , I think ' a be ...
... Pist . God save you , sir John ! . Fal . What wind blew you hither , -- Pistol ? Pist . Not the ill wind which blows no man to Sweet knight , thou art now one of the greatest men in the realm . good . -- Sil . By'r lady , I think ' a be ...
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Dramatic Works: From the Text of Johnson, Stevens and Reed; with ..., Volum 4 William Shakespeare Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1852 |
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