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... Faith , I'll home to morrow , Sir Toby ; your neice will not be feen , or , if the be , it's four to one she'll none of me : the Duke himself here , hard by , wooes her . Sir To . She'll none o'th ' Duke ; fhe'll not match above her ...
... Faith , I'll home to morrow , Sir Toby ; your neice will not be feen , or , if the be , it's four to one she'll none of me : the Duke himself here , hard by , wooes her . Sir To . She'll none o'th ' Duke ; fhe'll not match above her ...
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... faith ; It hall become thee well to act my woes ; She will attend it better in thy youth , Than in a nuncio of more grave afpect . Vio . I think not fo , my Lord . Duke . Dear lad , believe it : For they fhall yet belie thy happy years ...
... faith ; It hall become thee well to act my woes ; She will attend it better in thy youth , Than in a nuncio of more grave afpect . Vio . I think not fo , my Lord . Duke . Dear lad , believe it : For they fhall yet belie thy happy years ...
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... faith ; very apt well , go thy way , if Sir Toby would leave drinking , thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria . Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o ' that ; here comes my Lady ; make your excufe wifely , you were ...
... faith ; very apt well , go thy way , if Sir Toby would leave drinking , thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria . Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o ' that ; here comes my Lady ; make your excufe wifely , you were ...
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... faith , fay I. Well , ' tis all one . [ Exit . Oli . What's a drunken man like , fool ? Clo . Like a drown'd man , a fool , and a mad- man one draught above heat makes him a fool ; the fecond mads him ; and a third drowns him . Oli . Go ...
... faith , fay I. Well , ' tis all one . [ Exit . Oli . What's a drunken man like , fool ? Clo . Like a drown'd man , a fool , and a mad- man one draught above heat makes him a fool ; the fecond mads him ; and a third drowns him . Oli . Go ...
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... Faith , fo they fay ; but , I think , it ra- ther confifts of eating and drinking . Sir To . Th'art a fcholar , let us therefore eat and drink . Maria ! I fay ! - -a stoop of wine . Enter Clown . Sir And . Here comes the fool , i ' faith ...
... Faith , fo they fay ; but , I think , it ra- ther confifts of eating and drinking . Sir To . Th'art a fcholar , let us therefore eat and drink . Maria ! I fay ! - -a stoop of wine . Enter Clown . Sir And . Here comes the fool , i ' faith ...
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