:45:12
Art of this house?
Ay.
:45:14
Where may I
set my horse?
:45:17
I' th' mire.
:45:21
Prithee, if thou
lov'st me, tell me.
:45:23
I love thee not.
:45:27
Why dost thou
use me thus?
I know thee not.
:45:29
Fellow,
:45:32
I know thee.
:45:33
What dost thou
know me for?
:45:35
A knave, beggar,
:45:37
coward, pander,
:45:41
and the son and heir
of a mongrel bitch.
:45:43
Away! I have nothing
to do with thee.
:45:46
You come with letters
against the King,
:45:48
and take the puppet's
part against the royalty
of her father.
:45:51
You brazen-fac'd
varlet!
:45:54
I'll flesh ye!
You wagtail!
:45:58
You whoreson
cullionly barbermonger!
:46:02
I'll flay you!
:46:35
A plague upon
your epileptic visage!
:46:37
Peace, shall I know you
no reverence?
:46:40
Yes, sir; but anger
hath a privilege.
:46:44
Why art thou angry?
:46:47
My lord, if you
will give me leave,
:46:50
I will tread this unbolted
villain into mortar,
:46:54
and daub the wall
of a jakes with him.
:46:58
What is
his fault?