Richard II. Henry IV, pt.1-2Vernor, Hood and Sharp, 1809 |
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Page 251
... Pist . ' Save you , sir John ! Fal . Welcome , ancient Pistol . Here , Pistol , I charge you with a cup of sack : do you discharge upon mine hostess . Pist . I will discharge upon her , sir John , with two bullets . Fal . She is pistol ...
... Pist . ' Save you , sir John ! Fal . Welcome , ancient Pistol . Here , Pistol , I charge you with a cup of sack : do you discharge upon mine hostess . Pist . I will discharge upon her , sir John , with two bullets . Fal . She is pistol ...
Page 252
... 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 ...
Page 253
... 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 ...
Page 254
... Pist . Thrust him down stairs ! know we not Gallo- way 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 . Thrust him down stairs ! know we not Gallo- way 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 ...
Page 315
... Pist . God save you , sir John ! Fal . What wind blew you hither , Pistol ? Pist . Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.— Sweet knight , thou art now one of the greatest men in the realm . Sil . By'r lady , I think ' a be ; but ...
... Pist . God save you , sir John ! Fal . What wind blew you hither , Pistol ? Pist . Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.— Sweet knight , thou art now one of the greatest men in the realm . Sil . By'r lady , I think ' a be ; but ...
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