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Samuel Johnson [1765], The plays of William Shakespeare, in eight volumes, with the corrections and illustrations of Various Commentators; To which are added notes by Sam. Johnson (Printed for J. and R. Tonson [and] C. Corbet [etc.], London) [word count] [S11001].
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SCENE IX. Enter Drawer.

Draw.

Sir, 6 noteancient Pistol is below and would speak with you.

Dol.

Hang him, swaggering rascal, let him not come

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hither; it is the foul-mouth'dst rogue in England.

Host.

If he swagger, let him not come here. No, by my faith, I must live amongst my neighbours, I'll no swaggerers. I am in good name and fame with the very best. Shut the door, there comes no swaggerers here, I have not liv'd all this while to have swaggering now. Shut the door, I pray you.

Fal.

Dost thou hear, Hostess?—

Host.

Pray you pacify your self, Sir John; there comes no swaggerers here.

Fal.

Do'st thou hear—it is mine Ancient.

Host.

Tilly-fally, Sir John, never tell me; your Ancient swaggerer comes not in my doors. I was before master Tisick the deputy the other day; and, as he said to me—it was no longer ago than Wednesday last— neighbour Quickly, says he;—master Domb our minister was by then—neighbour Quickly, says he, receive those that are civil; for, saith he, you are in an ill name; (now he said so, I can tell whereupon) for, says he, you are an honest woman, and well thought on; therefore take heed, what guests you receive. Receive, says he, no swaggering companions.—There come none here. You would bless you to hear what he said. No, I'll no swaggerers.

Fal.

He's no swaggerer, Hostess; a tame cheater, i'faith; you may stroak him as gently as a puppey-greyhound; he will not swagger with a Barbary hen, if her feathers turn back in any shew of resistance. Call him up, drawer.

Host.

Cheater, call you him? 7 noteI will bar no honest man my house, nor no cheater; but I do not love

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swaggering, by my troth; I am the worse, when one says, swagger. Feel, masters, how I shake, look you, I warrant you.

Dol.

So you do, hostess.

Host.

Do I? yea, in very truth, do I, as if it were an aspen leaf. I cannot abide swaggerers.

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Samuel Johnson [1765], The plays of William Shakespeare, in eight volumes, with the corrections and illustrations of Various Commentators; To which are added notes by Sam. Johnson (Printed for J. and R. Tonson [and] C. Corbet [etc.], London) [word count] [S11001].
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