Doll Tearsheet:
Come, let me wipe thy face. Come on, you whoreson chops. Ah, rogue, I' faith, I love thee.
Falstaff:
I will toss the rogue in a blanket.
Doll Tearsheet:
Do, an thou darest for thy heart. An thou dost, I'll canvass thee between a pair of sheets.
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