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Section 346
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1Dol.
2Away you Cut‑purse Rascall, you filthy Bung,
3away: By this Wine, Ile thrust my Knife in your mouldie
4Chappes, if you play the sawcie Cuttle with me. Away
5you Bottle‑Ale Rascall, you Basket‑hilt stale Iugler, you.
6Since when, I pray you, Sir? what, with two Points on
7your shoulder? much.