Lords, let him go. Please it your majesty,
Ay, good my lord; for purposely therefore
KING HENRY VI
I never saw a fellow worse bested,
Enter at one door, HORNER, the Armourer, and his Neighbours, drinking to him so much that he is drunk; and he enters with a drum before him and his staff with a sand-bag fastened to it; and at the other door PETER, his man, with a drum and sand-bag, and 'Prentices drinking to him
Here, neighbour Horner, I drink to you in a cup of
And here, neighbour, here's a cup of charneco.
And here's a pot of good double beer, neighbour:
Here, Peter, I drink to thee: and be not afraid.
I thank you all: drink, and pray for me, I pray
Come, leave your drinking, and fall to blows.
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