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... Paul . Pray you then Conduct me to the Queen . Gia . L may not , Madam ; To the contrary I have exprefs commandment . Paul . Here's ado to lock up honesty and honour from Th ' accefs of gentle vifitors ! Is't lawful , pray you ,. To fee ...
... Paul . Pray you then Conduct me to the Queen . Gia . L may not , Madam ; To the contrary I have exprefs commandment . Paul . Here's ado to lock up honesty and honour from Th ' accefs of gentle vifitors ! Is't lawful , pray you ,. To fee ...
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William Shakespeare. She is fomething before her time deliver'd . Paul . A boy ? Emil . A daughter , and a goodly babe , Lufty , and like to live : the Queen receives Much comfort in't ; fays , My poor prifoner ,, I'm innocent as you . Paul ...
William Shakespeare. She is fomething before her time deliver'd . Paul . A boy ? Emil . A daughter , and a goodly babe , Lufty , and like to live : the Queen receives Much comfort in't ; fays , My poor prifoner ,, I'm innocent as you . Paul ...
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... Paul . Do not you fear ; upon mine honour I Will ftand ' twixt you and danger . SCENE IV . Changes to the palace . [ Exeunt . Enter Leontes , Antigonus , Lords , and other attendants . Leo . Nor night , nor day , no reft ; it is but ...
... Paul . Do not you fear ; upon mine honour I Will ftand ' twixt you and danger . SCENE IV . Changes to the palace . [ Exeunt . Enter Leontes , Antigonus , Lords , and other attendants . Leo . Nor night , nor day , no reft ; it is but ...
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... Paul . Nay rather , good my Lords , be fecond to me . Fear you his tyrannous paffion more , alas , Than the Queen's life ? a gracious innocent foul , More free than he is jealous . Ant . That's enough . Atten . [ within . ] Madam , he ...
... Paul . Nay rather , good my Lords , be fecond to me . Fear you his tyrannous paffion more , alas , Than the Queen's life ? a gracious innocent foul , More free than he is jealous . Ant . That's enough . Atten . [ within . ] Madam , he ...
226 psl.
... Paul . Good Queen , my Lord , Good Queen , I fay , good Queen ; And would by combat make her good , fo were I A man , on th ' worst about Leo . Force her hence . you . Paul . Let him that makes but trifles of his eyes , Firft hand me ...
... Paul . Good Queen , my Lord , Good Queen , I fay , good Queen ; And would by combat make her good , fo were I A man , on th ' worst about Leo . Force her hence . you . Paul . Let him that makes but trifles of his eyes , Firft hand me ...
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