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Heigh-ho! an it be not four by the day, I'll be
hanged: Charles' wain is ove...
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Heigh-ho! an it be not four by the day, I'll be
hanged: Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and
yet our horse not packed. What, ostler!
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Hotspur (Henry Percy). Uncle, Adieu: O, let the hours be short
Till fields and blows and groans applaud our sport!
First Carrier. Heigh-ho! an it be not four by the day, I'll be
hanged: Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and
yet our horse not packed. What, ostler!
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I prithee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a few flocks
in the point; poor jade,...
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I prithee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a few flocks
in the point; poor jade, is wrung in the withers out
of all cess.
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Ostler. [Within] Anon, anon.
First Carrier. I prithee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a few flocks
in the point; poor jade, is wrung in the withers out
of all cess.
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Poor fellow, never joyed since the price of oats
rose; it was the death of h...
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Poor fellow, never joyed since the price of oats
rose; it was the death of him.
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Second Carrier. Peas and beans are as dank here as a dog, and that
is the next way to give poor jades the bots: this
house is turned upside down since Robin Ostler died.
First Carrier. Poor fellow, never joyed since the price of oats
rose; it was the death of him.
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Like a tench! by the mass, there is ne'er a king
christen could be better bi...
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Like a tench! by the mass, there is ne'er a king
christen could be better bit than I have been since
the first cock.
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Second Carrier. I think this be the most villanous house in all
London road for fleas: I am stung like a tench.
First Carrier. Like a tench! by the mass, there is ne'er a king
christen could be better bit than I have been since
the first cock.
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What, ostler! come away and be hanged!
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What, ostler! come away and be hanged!
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Second Carrier. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jordan, and then we
leak in your chimney; and your chamber-lie breeds
fleas like a loach.
First Carrier. What, ostler! come away and be hanged!
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God's body! the turkeys in my pannier are quite
starved. What, ostler! A pla...
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God's body! the turkeys in my pannier are quite
starved. What, ostler! A plague on thee! hast thou
never an eye in thy head? canst not hear? An
'twere not as good deed as drink, to break the pate
on thee, I am a very villain. Come, and be hanged!
hast thou no faith in thee?
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Second Carrier. I have a gammon of bacon and two razors of ginger,
to be delivered as far as Charing-cross.
First Carrier. God's body! the turkeys in my pannier are quite
starved. What, ostler! A plague on thee! hast thou
never an eye in thy head? canst not hear? An
'twere not as good deed as drink, to break the pate
on thee, I am a very villain. Come, and be hanged!
hast thou no faith in thee?
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Nay, by God, soft; I know a trick worth two of that, i' faith.
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Nay, by God, soft; I know a trick worth two of that, i' faith.
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Gadshill. I pray thee lend me thy lantern, to see my gelding
in the stable.
First Carrier. Nay, by God, soft; I know a trick worth two of that, i' faith.
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