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William Shakespeare. : 1 ATIONS . GN X A NOT 160916 ་ ་ ་ ་ ན་ ་ ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL * . KING of France 30. C 36.
William Shakespeare. : 1 ATIONS . GN X A NOT 160916 ་ ་ ་ ་ ན་ ་ ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL * . KING of France 30. C 36.
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... France , and partly in Tuscany . ACT I. SCENÈ I. The Countess of Roufillon's Loufe in France . Enter Bertram , the Countess of Roufillon , Helena , and . · Lafeu , all in mourning . IN diffevering my fon from me , I bury a fe Count ...
... France , and partly in Tuscany . ACT I. SCENÈ I. The Countess of Roufillon's Loufe in France . Enter Bertram , the Countess of Roufillon , Helena , and . · Lafeu , all in mourning . IN diffevering my fon from me , I bury a fe Count ...
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... France . [ Exit . Flourish cornets . Enter the King of France with letters , and divers attendants . King . The Florentines and Senoys are by th ' ears , Have fought with equal fortune , and continue A braving war .. 1 Lord . So ' tis ...
... France . [ Exit . Flourish cornets . Enter the King of France with letters , and divers attendants . King . The Florentines and Senoys are by th ' ears , Have fought with equal fortune , and continue A braving war .. 1 Lord . So ' tis ...
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... France . [ Exeunt . Enter the King , with divers young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war . Bertram and Parolles . Flourish cornets . King . FAREWELL , young Lords : thefe warlike principles Do not throw from you : you , my Lords ...
... France . [ Exeunt . Enter the King , with divers young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war . Bertram and Parolles . Flourish cornets . King . FAREWELL , young Lords : thefe warlike principles Do not throw from you : you , my Lords ...
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... France ; My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or impage of thy flate : But fuch a one thy vaffal , whom I know Is free for me to ask , thee to bestow . King , Here is my hand , the premiffes obferv'd ,. Thy will by my ...
... France ; My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or impage of thy flate : But fuch a one thy vaffal , whom I know Is free for me to ask , thee to bestow . King , Here is my hand , the premiffes obferv'd ,. Thy will by my ...
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