Speeches (Lines) for Hostess
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Christopher Sly. I'll pheeze you, in faith. Hostess. A pair of stocks, you rogue! |
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Christopher Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slys are no rogues. Look in the
Hostess. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst? |
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Christopher Sly. No, not a denier. Go by, Saint Jeronimy, go to thy cold bed
Hostess. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the third-borough. |
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