The Complete Works of William, 6; Reprinted from the First Folio

The Complete Works of William, 6; Reprinted from the First Folio

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1906 edition. Excerpt: ...you would thinke, that I had a hundred and fiftie totter'd Prodigalls, lately come from Swine-keeping, from eating Draffe and Huskes. A mad fellow met me on the way, and told me, I had unloaded all the Gibbets, and prest the dead bodyes. No eye hath seene such skar-Crowes: He notmarch through Coventry with them, that's flat.4 Nay, and the Villaines march wide betwixt the Legges, as if they had Gyves on; for indeede, I had the most of them out of Prison. There's not a Shirt and a halfe in all my Company: and the halfe Shirt is two Napkins tackt to1 musket 2 dishonest 3 ensign 4 certain gether, and throwne over the shoulders like a Heralds Coat, without sleeves: and the Shirt, to say the truth, stolne from my Host of S. Albones, or the Red-Nose Inne-keeper ofDavintry. But that's all one, they'le finde Linnen enough on every Hedge. 19. Banes: banns-JoHNSON. 21. struck-fault.: struck-fowl-zRowE. 31. and: and u--1-4.0. 43. not: but-RowE. Enter the Prince, and the Lord of Westmerland. 50 Prince. How now blowne Jack? how now Quilt? Falst. What Hal? How now mad Wag, what a Devill do'st thou in Warwickshire? My good Lord of Westmerland, I cry you mercy, I thought your Honour had already beene at Shrewsbury. West. 'Faith, Sir John, 'tis more then time that I were there, and you too: but my Powers are there alreadie. The King, I can tell you, lookes for us all: we must away all to Night. Falst. Tut, never feare me, I am as vigilant as a Cat, to steale Creame. 61 Prince. I thinke to steale Creame indeed, for thy theft hath alreadie made thee Butter: but tell me, Jack, whose fellowes are these that come after? Falst. Mine, Hal, mine. Prince. I did never see such pittifull Rascals. Falst. Tut, tut, good enough to tosse: foode for Powder, foode for Powder: ...show more

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  • Paperback | 108 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 6mm | 209g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 123651498X
  • 9781236514981