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TheBard said:
SCENE I. Before an alehouse on a heath. Enter Hostess and SLY SLY I'll pheeze you, in faith. Hostess A pair of stocks, آپ rogue! SLY Ye are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues; look in the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror. Therefore paucas pallabris; let the world slide: sessa! Hostess آپ will not pay for the glasses آپ have burst? SLY No, not a denier. Go by, Jeronimy: go to thy cold bed, and warm thee. Hostess I know my remedy; I must go fetch the third--borough. Exit SLY Third, یا fourth, یا fifth borough, I'll answer him سے طرف کی law: I'll not budge an inch, boy: let him come, and kindly. Falls asleep Horns winded. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his train Lord Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds: Brach Merriman, the poor cur is emboss'd; And couple Clowder with the deep--mouth'd brach. Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good At the hedge-corner, in the coldest fault? I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.
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