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... Phil . In part I thinke as hath ben saide before : In parte agayne my minde is otherwise . As for dividing of this realme in twaine , And lotting out the same in egall partes To either of my lordes your grace's sonnes , That thinke I ...
... Phil . In part I thinke as hath ben saide before : In parte agayne my minde is otherwise . As for dividing of this realme in twaine , And lotting out the same in egall partes To either of my lordes your grace's sonnes , That thinke I ...
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... Phil . and Studio have beene followed with a whip and a verse , like a couple of vagabonds , through England and Italy . The pilgrimage to Pernassus , and the returne from Pernassus , have stoode the honest stage - keepers in many a ...
... Phil . and Studio have beene followed with a whip and a verse , like a couple of vagabonds , through England and Italy . The pilgrimage to Pernassus , and the returne from Pernassus , have stoode the honest stage - keepers in many a ...
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... Phil . Tit tit tit , non poynte , non debet fieri phlebetomotio in coitu Luna ; here is a recipe . Pat . A recipe ! Phil . Nos gallia non curamus quantitatem syl- labarum ; let me heare how many stooles you doe make . Adieu , monsieur ...
... Phil . Tit tit tit , non poynte , non debet fieri phlebetomotio in coitu Luna ; here is a recipe . Pat . A recipe ! Phil . Nos gallia non curamus quantitatem syl- labarum ; let me heare how many stooles you doe make . Adieu , monsieur ...
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Walter Scott. Phil . Soone may then fates this gale deliver send us ; pray thee do not weepe Melpomene . What , Ura- nia ... Phil . So then my selfe streight with revenge Ile seate . Stud . Provoked patience growes intemperate . SCENA V ...
Walter Scott. Phil . Soone may then fates this gale deliver send us ; pray thee do not weepe Melpomene . What , Ura- nia ... Phil . So then my selfe streight with revenge Ile seate . Stud . Provoked patience growes intemperate . SCENA V ...
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... Phil . earth the loathed stage , I Whereon we act this fained personage . Mossy barbarians the spectators be , That sit and laugh at our calamity . Phi . Band be those houres when mongst the learned throng , By Grantaes muddy bancke we ...
... Phil . earth the loathed stage , I Whereon we act this fained personage . Mossy barbarians the spectators be , That sit and laugh at our calamity . Phi . Band be those houres when mongst the learned throng , By Grantaes muddy bancke we ...
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