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O monstrous coward! what, to come behind folks?
Argo, their thread of life is spun.
Then is sin struck down like an ox, and iniquity's throat cut like a calf.
He shall have the skin of our enemies, to make dog's-leather of.
Thou hast hit it; for there's no better sign of a brave mind than a hard hand.
Nay, more, the king's council are no good workmen.
O miserable age! virtue is not regarded in handicrafts-men.
I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means to dress the commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new nap upon it.
Come, and get thee a sword, though made of a lath; they have been up these two days.