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The Bung Page
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Des Res. Not many headmasters have a house named after them. |
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The Bung in Shakespeare. Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale juggler, you! Since when, I pray you, sir? God's light, with two points on your shoulder? Much! Henry IV, Part II [II, 4] |
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Two thousand feet up Six feet under |
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