Speeches (Lines) for Abhorson
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(stage directions). [Enter ABHORSON] Abhorson. Do you call, sir? |
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Provost. Sirrah, here's a fellow will help you to-morrow in
Abhorson. A bawd, sir? fie upon him! he will discredit our mystery. |
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Pompey. Pray, sir, by your good favour,—for surely, sir, a
Abhorson. Ay, sir; a mystery |
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Pompey. Painting, sir, I have heard say, is a mystery; and
Abhorson. Sir, it is a mystery. |
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Pompey. Proof? Abhorson. Every true man's apparel fits your thief: if it be
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Provost. You, sirrah, provide your block and your axe
Abhorson. Come on, bawd; I will instruct thee in my trade; follow. |
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(stage directions). [Enter ABHORSON] Abhorson. Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither. |
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Pompey. Master Barnardine! you must rise and be hanged.
Abhorson. What, ho, Barnardine! |
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Barnardine. [Within] Away, you rogue, away! I am sleepy. Abhorson. Tell him he must awake, and that quickly too. |
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Pompey. Pray, Master Barnardine, awake till you are
Abhorson. Go in to him, and fetch him out. |
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Pompey. He is coming, sir, he is coming; I hear his straw rustle. Abhorson. Is the axe upon the block, sirrah? |
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Barnardine. How now, Abhorson? what's the news with you? Abhorson. Truly, sir, I would desire you to clap into your
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Pompey. O, the better, sir; for he that drinks all night,
Abhorson. Look you, sir; here comes your ghostly father: do
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