0:01;208,1[' ]| Enter Begger and Hostes, Christophero Sly.
0:01;208,1[A ]| I will$1$ pheeze you infaith.
0:01;208,1[W ]| A paire of stockes you rogue.
0:01;208,1[A ]| You are a baggage, the Slies are no$2$
0:01;208,1[A ]| Rogues. Looke in$4$ the Chronicles, we$6@2$ came
0:01;208,1[A ]| in$5$ with Richard Conqueror: therefore 7Paucas
0:01;208,1[A ]| 7pallabris, let the world slide: Sessa.
0:01;208,1[W ]| You will$1$ not pay for$4$ the glasses you have burst?
0:01;208,1[A ]| No$7$, not a deniere: go by$4$ S% Ieronimie, go to$4$ thy
0:01;208,1[A ]| cold bed, and warme thee.
0:01;208,1[W ]| I know my remedie, I must go fetch the Head-borough.
0:01;208,1[W ]|
0:01;208,1[A ]| Third, or fourth, or fift Borough, I will$1$ answere
0:01;208,1[A ]| him by$4$ Law. I will$1$ not budge an inch boy: Let him come,
0:01;208,1[A ]| and kindly.
0:01;208,1[' ]| Falles asleepe.
0:01;208,1[' ]| Winde hornes. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his traine.
0:01;208,1[B ]| Huntsman I c . . .
