Chiding catch
Fie nay prithee, John!
Do not quarrel, man!
Let’s be merry and drink a bout!
You’re a rogue, you cheated me!
I’ll prove before this company.
I caren’t a farthing, sir,
for all you are so stout!
Sir, you lie, I scorn your word!
Or any man that wears a sword,
for all your huff, who cares a fig?
Or who cares for you?
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