Bell's Edition of Shakespeare's Plays, 1774, Volume 6 |
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He talks to me that never had a fono K. Phlip . You are as fond of grief , as of your child Conft . Grief fills the room up of my abfent child ; Lyes in his bed , walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks , repeats his words ...
He talks to me that never had a fono K. Phlip . You are as fond of grief , as of your child Conft . Grief fills the room up of my abfent child ; Lyes in his bed , walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks , repeats his words ...
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No ; on the barren mountains let him starve : For I shall never hold that man my friend , Who'e ton ? ue Mall ask me for one penny cost , To ranom hoine revolted Mortimer . Hot . Revolted Mortimer ! He never did fall off , my sovereign ...
No ; on the barren mountains let him starve : For I shall never hold that man my friend , Who'e ton ? ue Mall ask me for one penny cost , To ranom hoine revolted Mortimer . Hot . Revolted Mortimer ! He never did fall off , my sovereign ...
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Never , never : she would always say , she cou : d not abide master Shallowu . Shal . By the mass , I could anger her to the heart : thie was then.a Bona - Roba . Doth the hold her otvn well ? Fal . Old , uld , master Shallow .
Never , never : she would always say , she cou : d not abide master Shallowu . Shal . By the mass , I could anger her to the heart : thie was then.a Bona - Roba . Doth the hold her otvn well ? Fal . Old , uld , master Shallow .
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