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Nay, by God, soft; I know a trick worth two of that, i' faith.
I think it be two o'clock.
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 ...
What, ostler! come away and be hanged!
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.
Poor fellow, never joyed since the price of oats rose; it was the death of him.
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.
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!