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... haue I may . Syr as for myne ye shall not mysse But thys gentleman I thinke wyll go pysse . Nay syr Albyon I will not draw backe If that of mee ye have lacke So that I were in perfyte suertie That this man here shuld manhode bee ...
... haue I may . Syr as for myne ye shall not mysse But thys gentleman I thinke wyll go pysse . Nay syr Albyon I will not draw backe If that of mee ye have lacke So that I were in perfyte suertie That this man here shuld manhode bee ...
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... haue your frendshyp with good assent And Justice I pray you to do the same . Albion . Iustice . Syr if manhod be hys name As he hath sworne I wolde be glad That hys frendshyp also I had . Then Iustyce I pray you bothe Albion . Let mee ...
... haue your frendshyp with good assent And Justice I pray you to do the same . Albion . Iustice . Syr if manhod be hys name As he hath sworne I wolde be glad That hys frendshyp also I had . Then Iustyce I pray you bothe Albion . Let mee ...
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... haue To conjure a knaue Out of his skynne Though justyce raue To hange or saue Fye on hym horson . Here cometh Injury in agayne . Mary fye on hym horeson Iniuri . What art thou mad agayne . What myne olde friende Injury Divisyon . How ...
... haue To conjure a knaue Out of his skynne Though justyce raue To hange or saue Fye on hym horson . Here cometh Injury in agayne . Mary fye on hym horeson Iniuri . What art thou mad agayne . What myne olde friende Injury Divisyon . How ...
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... haue turned the wronge syde of my hode And tolde them my name was manhode And now by god in any wyse For both our eases I must haue thyne advyse . What hast thou now chaunged thyne olde Divisiō . copy To Justyce and Albyon to be a comen ...
... haue turned the wronge syde of my hode And tolde them my name was manhode And now by god in any wyse For both our eases I must haue thyne advyse . What hast thou now chaunged thyne olde Divisiō . copy To Justyce and Albyon to be a comen ...
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... haue the governaunce about principaltyie Sythen they inheritoures are borne to bee Of the hye counsell by blood and dygntye Which medycyne I trow will not lyghlie starte Till it hath tyckled them all by the harte Then shall the same ...
... haue the governaunce about principaltyie Sythen they inheritoures are borne to bee Of the hye counsell by blood and dygntye Which medycyne I trow will not lyghlie starte Till it hath tyckled them all by the harte Then shall the same ...
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