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Out of my lean and low ability
I'll lend you something.

      — Twelfth Night, Act III Scene 4

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KEYWORD: snare

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1

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 1]

(stage directions)

719

Enter HOSTESS with two officers, FANG and SNARE

2

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 1]

Fang

725

Sirrah, where's Snare?

3

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 1]

Hostess Quickly

726

O Lord, ay! good Master Snare.

4

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 1]

Fang

728

Snare, we must arrest Sir John Falstaff.

5

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 1]

Hostess Quickly

729

Yea, good Master Snare; I have ent'red him and all.

6

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 1]

Hostess Quickly

740

I am undone by his going; I warrant you, he's an
infinitive thing upon my score. Good Master Fang, hold him
Good Master Snare, let him not scape. 'A comes continuantly
Pie-corner—saving your manhoods—to buy a saddle; and he is
indited to dinner to the Lubber's Head in Lumbert Street, to
Master Smooth's the silkman. I pray you, since my exion is
ent'red, and my case so openly known to the world, let him be
brought in to his answer. A hundred mark is a long one for a
lone woman to bear; and I have borne, and borne, and borne;
have been fubb'd off, and fubb'd off, and fubb'd off, from
day to that day, that it is a shame to be thought on. There
honesty in such dealing; unless a woman should be made an ass
a beast, to bear every knave's wrong.
[Enter SIR JOHN FALSTAFF, PAGE, and BARDOLPH]
Yonder he comes; and that arrant malmsey-nose knave,
with him. Do your offices, do your offices, Master Fang and
Master Snare; do me, do me, do me your offices.

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