Page 1027 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2
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Come, you virtuous ass, you bashful fool, must [70] you be blushing?
Wherefore blush you now? What a maidenly man-at-arms are you become!
Is’t such a matter to get a pottle-pot’s maidenhead?
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’A calls me e’en now, my lord, through a red lattice, and I could discern no
part of his face from the window. [75] At last I spied his eyes, and methought
he had made two holes in the ale-wife’s [new] petticoat and so peeped
through.
PRINCE
Has not the boy profited?
BARDOLPH
Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, away! [80]
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Away, you rascally Althaea’s dream, away!
PRINCE
Instruct us, boy. What dream, boy?
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Marry, my lord, Althaea dreamed she was delivered of a firebrand, and
therefore I call him her dream.
PRINCE
A crown’s worth of good interpretation. There [85] ’tis, boy.
POINS
O, that this [good] blossom could be kept from cankers! Well, there is
sixpence to preserve thee.
BARDOLPH
An you do not make him hanged among you, the gallows shall have wrong.
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