The Winter's Tale by William Shakespeare
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Aut. Oh sir, the loathsomnesse of them offend mee, more then the stripes I haue receiued, which are mightie ones and millions Clo. Alas poore man, a million of beating may come to a great matter Aut. I am rob'd sir, and beaten: my money, and apparrell tane from me, and these detestable things put vpon me Clo. What, by a horse-man, or a foot-man? Aut. A footman (sweet sir) a footman Clo. Indeed, he should be a footman, by the garments he has left with thee: If this bee a horsemans Coate, it hath seene very hot seruice. Lend me thy hand, Ile helpe thee. Come, lend me thy hand Aut. Oh good sir, tenderly, oh Clo. Alas poore soule Aut. Oh good sir, softly, good sir: I feare (sir) my shoulder-blade is out Clo. How now? Canst stand? Aut. Softly, deere sir: good sir, softly: you ha done me a charitable office |
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