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Why, then, have with you, boys.
'Tis but a chiding. Let the plough play tod...
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Why, then, have with you, boys.
'Tis but a chiding. Let the plough play today; I'll
tickle 't out of the jades' tails tomorrow.
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THIRD COUNTRYMAN. And I.
FOURTH COUNTRYMAN. Why, then, have with you, boys.
'Tis but a chiding. Let the plough play today; I'll
tickle 't out of the jades' tails tomorrow.
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Hold? What should ail us?
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Hold? What should ail us?
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THIRD COUNTRYMAN. Ay, do but put a fescue in her fist
and you shall see her take a new lesson out and be
a good wench. Do we all hold against the Maying?
FOURTH COUNTRYMAN. Hold? What should ail us?
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Shall we be lusty?
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Shall we be lusty?
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THIRD COUNTRYMAN. He'll eat a hornbook ere he fail.
Go to, the matter's too far driven between him and
the tanner's daughter to let slip now; and she must
see the Duke, and she must dance too.
FOURTH COUNTRYMAN. Shall we be lusty?
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All the boys in Athens blow wind
i' th' breech on 's. And here I'll be and...
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All the boys in Athens blow wind
i' th' breech on 's. And here I'll be and there I'll be,
for our town, and here again, and there again. Ha,
boys, hey for the weavers!
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FOURTH COUNTRYMAN. Shall we be lusty?
FOURTH COUNTRYMAN. All the boys in Athens blow wind
i' th' breech on 's. And here I'll be and there I'll be,
for our town, and here again, and there again. Ha,
boys, hey for the weavers!
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Content. The sports once ended,
we'll perform. Away, boys, and hold.
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Content. The sports once ended,
we'll perform. Away, boys, and hold.
[Arcite comes forward.]
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THIRD COUNTRYMAN. We'll see the sports, then every
man to 's tackle. And, sweet companions, let's rehearse,
by any means, before the ladies see us, and
do sweetly, and God knows what may come on 't.
FOURTH COUNTRYMAN. Content. The sports once ended,
we'll perform. Away, boys, and hold.
[Arcite comes forward.]
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Whither?
Why, what a question's that?
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Whither?
Why, what a question's that?
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ARCITE. By your leaves, honest friends: pray you,
whither go you?
FOURTH COUNTRYMAN. Whither?
Why, what a question's that?
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Here's Fritz and Maudlin.
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Here's Fritz and Maudlin.
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SCHOOLMASTER. But I say, where's their women?
[Enter five Wenches.]
FOURTH COUNTRYMAN. Here's Fritz and Maudlin.
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Now, when the credit of our town
lay on it, now to be frampold, now to piss...
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Now, when the credit of our town
lay on it, now to be frampold, now to piss o' th'
nettle! Go thy ways; I'll remember thee. I'll fit
thee!
[Enter Jailer's Daughter.]
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SCHOOLMASTER. Nothing. Our business is become a
nullity, yea, and a woeful and a piteous nullity.
FOURTH COUNTRYMAN. Now, when the credit of our town
lay on it, now to be frampold, now to piss o' th'
nettle! Go thy ways; I'll remember thee. I'll fit
thee!
[Enter Jailer's Daughter.]
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