Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dol. Mate: away you mouldie Rogue, away; I am meat for
Dol. your Master.
Pist. Pist.
Pist. I know you, Mistris Dorothie.
Dol. Dol.
Dol. Away you Cut‑purse Rascall, you filthy Bung,
Dol. away: By this Wine, Ile thrust my Knife in your mouldie
Dol. Chappes, if you play the sawcie Cuttle with me. Away
Dol. you Bottle‑Ale Rascall, you Basket‑hilt stale Iugler, you.
Dol. Since when, I pray you, Sir? what, with two Points on
Dol. your shoulder? much.
Pist. I will murther your Ruffe, for this.
Host. Host.
Host. No, good Captaine Pistol: not heere, sweete
Host. Captaine.
Dol. Captaine? thou abhominable damn'd Cheater, art
Dol. thou not asham'd to be call'd Captaine? If Captaines
Dol. were of my minde, they would trunchion you out, for ta