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O, foul deceit, thou hast betrayed my trust, A thief of words, thou art both vile and base! To steal my lines, my thoughts, my pen's fair dust, And wear my musings with another's face! How darest thou take the fruits my mind did sow, And claim them thine, as if thine own seed sprung? Dost think...

Thee needeth a writer?

PUBLICITY hast been issu'd GRATIS!

FRANCES!

Stand ho, plagiarizing mine own, the horror, fucko!

I wouldst rath'r f'rget those bygone days.

FO, G! Thou art a knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson, glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue!

I doth concur!

Mine own fath'r wast but a small-town glover and that dealt in hides and wool, who wenteth from riches to rags. He was pigeon-liver’d and lack gall. I do not mourn nor honor him. I call upon thee still, most noted fools and ignorant knaves, answer my queries, for they be but two: 1) Who is't...

I wouldst giveth all mine own fame f'r a pot of whiskey.

Thine face is not worth sunburning.

I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking. I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment. But nay, I shall tryeth any swill thee off'r me anon.

Come, gentle sir, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness!

Alcohol? Lechery, sir, it provokes and unprovokes. It provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery. It makes him, and it mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and disheartens him; makes...