Tw. 2/3, 18.
| Sir To.
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Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.
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| Sir And.
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By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast.
I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg, and so
sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has.
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L. 30.
| Sir To.
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Come on; there is sixpence for you; let's have a song.
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| Sir And.
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There's a testril of me too; if one knight give a——
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| Clown.
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Would you have a love-song, or a song of good life?
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| Sir To.
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A love-song, a love-song.
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| Sir And.
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Ay, ay; I care not for good life.
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[Clown sings 'O mistress mine.']
| Sir And.
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A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.
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| Sir To.
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A contagious breath.
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| Sir And.
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Very sweet and contagious, i'faith.
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| Sir To.
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To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion.
But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? Shall we
rouse the night-owl in a catch, that will draw three souls
out of one weaver? Shall we do that?
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| Sir And.
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An you love me, let's do't: I am dog at a catch.
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| Clo.
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By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.
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| Sir And.
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Most certain. Let our catch be, "Thou Knave."
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| Clo.
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"Hold thy peace, thou knave," knight? I shall be constrained to call thee knave, knight.
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