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FAULKNER. My noble lordPaniar Allies throat was open.
MORE. Sirrahhold your peace.
FAULKNER. I'll prove the street was not chokedbut is as well as
ever it was since it was a street.
SHRIEVE. This fellow was a principal broacher of the broil.
FAULKNER. 'SbloodI broached none; it was broached and half run
outbefore I had a lick at it.
SHRIEVE. And would be brought before no justice but your honor.
FAULKNER. I am hailedmy noble lord.
MORE. No ear to choose for every trivial noise but mineand in so
full a time? Away
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MORE. Fellowwhose man are youthat are thus lusty?
FAULKNER. My name's Jack Faulkner; I servenext under God and
my princeMaster Morrissecretary to my Lord of Winchester.
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men of Ely and Winchester; and I could not in honor but part them. I
thought it stood not with my reputation and degree to come to my
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