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... himself here , hard by , wooes her . Sir To . She'll none o'th ' Duke ; fhe'll not match above her degree , neither in eftate , years , nor wit ; I have heard her fwear it . Tut , there's life in't ,. man . Sir And . I'll ftay a month ...
... himself here , hard by , wooes her . Sir To . She'll none o'th ' Duke ; fhe'll not match above her degree , neither in eftate , years , nor wit ; I have heard her fwear it . Tut , there's life in't ,. man . Sir And . I'll ftay a month ...
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... himself ; fo cram'd , as he thinks , with excellencies , that it is his ground of faith , that all that look on him , love him and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable caufe to work . Sir To . What wilt thou do ? Mar. I will ...
... himself ; fo cram'd , as he thinks , with excellencies , that it is his ground of faith , that all that look on him , love him and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable caufe to work . Sir To . What wilt thou do ? Mar. I will ...
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... himself poffefs'd him , yet I'll speak to him . Fab . Here he is , here he is : how is't with you , Sir ? how is't with you , man ? Mal . Go off ; I difcard you ; let me enjoy my pri- vacy : go off . Mar. Lo , how hollow the fiend ...
... himself poffefs'd him , yet I'll speak to him . Fab . Here he is , here he is : how is't with you , Sir ? how is't with you , man ? Mal . Go off ; I difcard you ; let me enjoy my pri- vacy : go off . Mar. Lo , how hollow the fiend ...
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... himself - so do not I. Prove true , imagination , oh , prove true , That I , dear brother , be now ta'en for you ! Sir To . Come hither , knight ; come hither , Fabian ; we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of moft fage faws . Vio . He ...
... himself - so do not I. Prove true , imagination , oh , prove true , That I , dear brother , be now ta'en for you ! Sir To . Come hither , knight ; come hither , Fabian ; we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of moft fage faws . Vio . He ...
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... himself with courtesy : fay't thou that house is dark ? Mal . As hell , Sir Topas . Clo . Why , it hath bay - windows tranfparent as baricadoes , and the clear stones towards the fouth- north are as luftrous as ebony ; and yet ...
... himself with courtesy : fay't thou that house is dark ? Mal . As hell , Sir Topas . Clo . Why , it hath bay - windows tranfparent as baricadoes , and the clear stones towards the fouth- north are as luftrous as ebony ; and yet ...
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