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No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horse |
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Are marched up to my Lord of Lancaster |
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Against Northumberland and the Archbishop. |
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No. Fifteen hundred infantrymen and five hundred horsemen are marching to meet Lord Lancaster, to fight against Northumberland and the Archbishop. |
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Comes the King back from Wales, my noble lord? |
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Is the King back from Wales, my noble lord? |
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| | CHIEF JUSTICE |
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You shall have letters of me presently. |
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Come. Go along with me, good Master Gower. |
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I'll give you some letters shortly. Come with me, Master Gower. |
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What's the matter? |
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What's the matter? |
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Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me to dinner? |
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Master Gower, would you like to join me for lunch? |
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I must wait upon my good lord here. I thank you, good Sir |
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John. |
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I have to attend to this noble man right here. But thank you, Sir John. |
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Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you are to take |
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soldiers up in counties as you go. |
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Sir John, you've been loitering here too long. You have to recruit soldiers in the counties you pass through on your way north. |
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Will you sup with me, Master Gower? |
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Will you join me for supper, then, Master Gower? |
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What foolish master taught you these manners, Sir John? |
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What foolish teacher taught you these manners, Sir John? |
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Master Gower, if they become me not, he was a fool that |
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taught them me.—This is the right fencing grace, my lord: |
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tap for tap, and so part fair. |
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Master Gower, if my manners
are inappropriate, I must have indeed been taught by a fool. That's how the game is played—tit for tat, and game over. |
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Now the Lord lighten thee. Thou art a great fool. |
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God help you! You are a great fool. |
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