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Anger is like
A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way,
Self-mettle tires him.
— King Henry VIII, Act I Scene 1
KEYWORD: hostess
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By the Lord, thou sayest true, lad. And is not my
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Why, what a pox have I to do with my hostess of the tavern? |
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By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye.
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[Enter Hostess] |
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How now, my lady the hostess! what sayest thou to
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[Exeunt Hostess, FRANCIS, and BARDOLPH] |
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[Re-enter the Hostess] |
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God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heart-burned.
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Ye lie, hostess: Bardolph was shaved and lost many
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Thou sayest true, hostess; and he slanders thee most grossly. |
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Hostess, I forgive thee: go, make ready breakfast;
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Rare words! brave world! Hostess, my breakfast, come!
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