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Page xxxvi
Yet shalt thou not have a cup at thy delite To drinke of alone at will and appetite .
Coridon , in court I tell thee by my soule , For moste parte thou muste drinke of a
common boule , And where gresy lippes and slimy bearde Hath late bene ...
Yet shalt thou not have a cup at thy delite To drinke of alone at will and appetite .
Coridon , in court I tell thee by my soule , For moste parte thou muste drinke of a
common boule , And where gresy lippes and slimy bearde Hath late bene ...
Page xlv
If thou call for ought by worde , signe or becke , Then Jacke with the bush * shal
taunt thee with a chek . One reacheth thee bread with grutch and murmuring , If
thou of some other demaunde any thing , He hath at thy asking great scorne and
...
If thou call for ought by worde , signe or becke , Then Jacke with the bush * shal
taunt thee with a chek . One reacheth thee bread with grutch and murmuring , If
thou of some other demaunde any thing , He hath at thy asking great scorne and
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But see , now it is come home by thee , shee hath intrapt thee in thy snare ; thou
art come home with thy face mangled like a true ruffian : now thou art the true
picture of a brothell - house companion : thou hast the seales on thy face , which
...
But see , now it is come home by thee , shee hath intrapt thee in thy snare ; thou
art come home with thy face mangled like a true ruffian : now thou art the true
picture of a brothell - house companion : thou hast the seales on thy face , which
...
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