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Maister yong-man, you I praie you, which is theMaster young man, you I pray you, which is theMV II.ii.29
waie to Maister Iewes?way to Master Jew's?MV II.ii.30
Maister yong Gentleman, I praie you which is the Master young gentleman, I pray you which is theMV II.ii.34
waie to Maister Iewes.way to Master Jew's?MV II.ii.35
Be Gods sonties 'twill be a hard waie to hit, canBy God's sonties, 'twill be a hard way to hit! CanMV II.ii.40
you tell me whether one Launcelet that dwels with him,you tell me whether one Launcelot that dwells with him,MV II.ii.41
dwell with him or no.dwell with him or no?MV II.ii.42
No Maister sir, but a poore mans sonne, his Father No master, sir, but a poor man's son. His father,MV II.ii.46
though I say't is an honest exceeding poore man, and though I say't, is an honest exceeding poor man and,MV II.ii.47
God be thanked well to liue.God be thanked, well to live.MV II.ii.48
Your worships friend and Launcelet.Your worship's friend, and Launcelot, sir.MV II.ii.51
Of Launcelet, ant please your maistership.Of Launcelot, an't please your mastership.MV II.ii.54
Marrie God forbid, the boy was the verie staffe of Marry, God forbid! The boy was the very staff ofMV II.ii.60
my age, my verie prop.my age, my very prop.MV II.ii.61
Alacke the day, I know you not yong Gentleman, Alack the day, I know you not, young gentleman!MV II.ii.64
but I praie you tell me, is my boy God rest his souleBut I pray you tell me, is my boy, God rest his soul,MV II.ii.65
aliue or dead.alive or dead?MV II.ii.66
Alacke sir I am sand blinde, I know you not.Alack, sir, I am sand-blind! I know you not.MV II.ii.68
Praie you sir stand vp, I am sure you are notPray you, sir, stand up. I am sure you are notMV II.ii.75
Lancelet my boy.Launcelot my boy.MV II.ii.76
I cannot thinke you are my sonne.I cannot think you are my son.MV II.ii.80
Her name is Margerie indeede, Ile be sworne if thou Her name is Margery indeed. I'll be sworn, if thouMV II.ii.84
be Lancelet, thou art mine owne flesh and blood: Lord be Launcelot thou art mine own flesh and blood. LordMV II.ii.85
worshipt might he be, what a beard hast thou got;worshipped might he be, what a beard hast thou got!MV II.ii.86
thou hast got more haire on thy chin, then Dobbin myThou hast got more hair on thy chin than Dobbin myMV II.ii.87
philhorse has on his taile.fill-horse has on his tail.MV II.ii.88
Lord how art thou chang'd: how doost thou and Lord, how art thou changed! How dost thou andMV II.ii.92
thy Master agree, I haue brought him a present; howthy master agree? I have brought him a present. HowMV II.ii.93
gree you now?'gree you now?MV II.ii.94
God blesse your worship.God bless your worship!MV II.ii.110
Here's my sonne sir, a poore boy.Here's my son, sir, a poor boy ...MV II.ii.112
He hath a great infection sir, as one would sayHe hath a great infection, sir, as one would say,MV II.ii.115
to serue.to serve ...MV II.ii.116
His Maister and he (sauing your worships reuerence) His master and he, saving your worship's reverence,MV II.ii.119
are scarce catercosins.are scarce cater-cousins.MV II.ii.120
I haue here a dish of Doues that I would bestowI have here a dish of doves that I would bestowMV II.ii.124
vpon your worship, and my suite is.upon your worship, and my suit is ...MV II.ii.125
That is the verie defect of the matter sir.That is the very defect of the matter, sir.MV II.ii.132
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