The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 4S.Sonnenschein & Company, 1891 |
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Page 339
... Pist . God save you , Sir John ! Fal . Welcome , Ancient Pistol . 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 - proof , sir ; you shall ...
... Pist . God save you , Sir John ! Fal . Welcome , Ancient Pistol . 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 - proof , sir ; you shall ...
Page 340
... 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 342
... Pist . Sweet knight , I kiss thy neif : what ! we have seen the seven stars . Dol . For God's sake , thrust him down stairs : I cannot endure such a fustian rascal . Pist . Thrust him ( 38 ) down stairs ! know we not Galloway nags ? Fal ...
... Pist . Sweet knight , I kiss thy neif : what ! we have seen the seven stars . Dol . For God's sake , thrust him down stairs : I cannot endure such a fustian rascal . Pist . Thrust him ( 38 ) down stairs ! know we not Galloway nags ? Fal ...
Page 343
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Pist . What ! shall we have incision ? shall we imbrue ? — [ Snatching up his sword . Then death rock me asleep , * abridge my doleful days ! Why , then , let grievous , ghastly , gaping wounds Untwine ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Pist . What ! shall we have incision ? shall we imbrue ? — [ Snatching up his sword . Then death rock me asleep , * abridge my doleful days ! Why , then , let grievous , ghastly , gaping wounds Untwine ...
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... Pist . Sir John , God save you ! Fal . What wind blew you hither , Pistol ? Pist . Not the ill wind which blows no man to good .— ( 104 ) Sweet knight , thou art now one of the greatest men in the realm . Sil . By'r lady , I think ' a ...
... Pist . Sir John , God save you ! Fal . What wind blew you hither , Pistol ? Pist . Not the ill wind which blows no man to good .— ( 104 ) Sweet knight , thou art now one of the greatest men in the realm . Sil . By'r lady , I think ' a ...
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