All of Shakespeare’s plays.
Hanged! by'r lady, then I have brought up a neck to
a fair end.
How much money must I have?
'Tis he. God and Saint Stephen give you good den:
I have brought you a letter and a couple of pigeons here.
Yea, forsooth, an your mistership be emperial.
God be with you, sir; I will.
I warrant you, sir, let me alone.
Nay, truly, sir, I could never say grace in all my life.
From heaven! alas, sir, I never came there God
forbid I should be so bold to press to heaven in my
young days. Why, I am going with my pigeons to the
tribunal plebs, to take up a matter of brawl
betwixt my uncle and one of the emperial's ...
Ay, of my pigeons, sir; nothing else.
Alas, sir, I know not Jupiter; I never drank with him
in all my life.
O, the gibbet-maker! he says that he hath taken
them down again, for the man must not be hanged till
the next week.
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