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... Lord . Parolles , a parafitical follower of Bertram ; a coward , but vain , and a great pretender to valour , Several young French Lords , that Serve with Bertram in the Flo- rentine war . Stewart , fervants to the Count Clown , Sefs of ...
... Lord . Parolles , a parafitical follower of Bertram ; a coward , but vain , and a great pretender to valour , Several young French Lords , that Serve with Bertram in the Flo- rentine war . Stewart , fervants to the Count Clown , Sefs of ...
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... Lord , the King languishes of ?! Laf . A fiftula , my Lord . Ber . I heard not of it before . Laf . I would it were not notorious . Was this gen- tlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon ? Count . His fole child , my Lord , and ...
... Lord , the King languishes of ?! Laf . A fiftula , my Lord . Ber . I heard not of it before . Laf . I would it were not notorious . Was this gen- tlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon ? Count . His fole child , my Lord , and ...
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... Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advise him . Laf . He cannot want the best ,. That fhall attend his love . Count . Heav'n blefs him ! Farewell , Bertram . [ Exit Countess . Ber . [ To Hel . ] The best wishes that ...
... Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advise him . Laf . He cannot want the best ,. That fhall attend his love . Count . Heav'n blefs him ! Farewell , Bertram . [ Exit Countess . Ber . [ To Hel . ] The best wishes that ...
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... Lord . It may well ferve A nursery to our gentry , who are fick For breathing and exploit . King . What's he comes here ? Enter Bertram , Lafeu , and Parolles . 1 Lord . It is the Count Roufillon , my good Lord ,. Young Bertram . King ...
... Lord . It may well ferve A nursery to our gentry , who are fick For breathing and exploit . King . What's he comes here ? Enter Bertram , Lafeu , and Parolles . 1 Lord . It is the Count Roufillon , my good Lord ,. Young Bertram . King ...
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... Lord . You're loved , Sir ; They that leaft lend it you , shall lack . you firft . King I fill a place , I know't . How long is't , Count , Since the phyfician at your father's died ? He was much fam'd . Ber . Some fix months fince , my ...
... Lord . You're loved , Sir ; They that leaft lend it you , shall lack . you firft . King I fill a place , I know't . How long is't , Count , Since the phyfician at your father's died ? He was much fam'd . Ber . Some fix months fince , my ...
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