Measure for Measure by William Shakespeare
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Froth?
Fro. Allhallond-Eue Clo. Why very well: I hope here be truthes: he Sir, sitting (as I say) in a lower chaire, Sir, 'twas in the bunch of Grapes, where indeede you haue a delight to sit, haue you not? Fro. I haue so, because it is an open roome, and good for winter Clo. Why very well then: I hope here be truthes Ang. This will last out a night in Russia When nights are longest there: Ile take my leaue, And leaue you to the hearing of the cause; Hoping youle finde good cause to whip them all. Enter. Esc. I thinke no lesse: good morrow to your Lordship. Now Sir, come on: What was done to Elbowes wife, once more? Clo. Once Sir? there was nothing done to her once Elb. I beseech you Sir, aske him what this man did to my wife Clo. I beseech your honor, aske me Esc. Well sir, what did this Gentleman to her? |
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