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... I'll fteal away . I Lord . There's honour in the theft . Par . Commit it , Count . 2 Lord . I am your acceffary , and fo farewell . Ber . I grow to you , and our parting is a tortur'd body . iLord . Farewell , Captain . 2 Lord . Sweet ...
... I'll fteal away . I Lord . There's honour in the theft . Par . Commit it , Count . 2 Lord . I am your acceffary , and fo farewell . Ber . I grow to you , and our parting is a tortur'd body . iLord . Farewell , Captain . 2 Lord . Sweet ...
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... feem to have been dropt here , which ap- pear to have been to this purpose , give us notice , that there is f this ] a further use to be made . Laf . Luftick , as the Dutchman fays : I'll -Sc . 6. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 25.
... feem to have been dropt here , which ap- pear to have been to this purpose , give us notice , that there is f this ] a further use to be made . Laf . Luftick , as the Dutchman fays : I'll -Sc . 6. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 25.
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William Shakespeare. Laf . Luftick , as the Dutchman fays : I'll like a maid the better while I have a tooth in my head : why , he's able to lead her a corranto . Par . Mort du Vinaigre ! is not this Helen ? Laf . ' Fore God , I think fo ...
William Shakespeare. Laf . Luftick , as the Dutchman fays : I'll like a maid the better while I have a tooth in my head : why , he's able to lead her a corranto . Par . Mort du Vinaigre ! is not this Helen ? Laf . ' Fore God , I think fo ...
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... I'll never do you wrong for your own fake : Bleffing upon your vows , and in your bed Find fairer fortune , if you ever wed ! [ To the third . Laf . Thefe boys are boys of ice , they'll none of her : fure they are bastards to the ...
... I'll never do you wrong for your own fake : Bleffing upon your vows , and in your bed Find fairer fortune , if you ever wed ! [ To the third . Laf . Thefe boys are boys of ice , they'll none of her : fure they are bastards to the ...
31 psl.
... I'll have no more pity of his age , than I would have of — I'll beat him , an if I could but meet him again , Re - enter Lafeu . Laf . Sirrah , your lord and master's married ; there's news for you ; you have a new mistress . Par . I ...
... I'll have no more pity of his age , than I would have of — I'll beat him , an if I could but meet him again , Re - enter Lafeu . Laf . Sirrah , your lord and master's married ; there's news for you ; you have a new mistress . Par . I ...
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