faggotts

Updated: May 20, 2025

There's some hope yet. Away and clap on spurs: he shall scape hardly If none of us salute him. Mounte, mounte. Enter Modesbargen & Huntesmen. Mod. Hell take this hay! 'tis set on purpose here: Fire it and draw the Bridge: clap faggotts on't And fire the Cart and all. No Boores come in yet? Where be your Musketts, Slaves? Hunt. We have no powder, Sir. Mod.

Various - A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 2