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... Queen . Hel . And you Monarch .. Par . No. Hel . And no.- Par . Are you meditating on virginity ? Hel . Ay ; you have fome ftain of foldier in you ; let me ask you a queftion . Man is enemy to virginity , how may we barricado it against ...
... Queen . Hel . And you Monarch .. Par . No. Hel . And no.- Par . Are you meditating on virginity ? Hel . Ay ; you have fome ftain of foldier in you ; let me ask you a queftion . Man is enemy to virginity , how may we barricado it against ...
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... queen of virgins , that would fuffer her poor knight to be fur- pris'd without refcue in the firft affault , or ranfom after- ward . This fhe deliver'd in the most bitter touch of for- row that e'er I heard a virgin exclaim in ; which I ...
... queen of virgins , that would fuffer her poor knight to be fur- pris'd without refcue in the firft affault , or ranfom after- ward . This fhe deliver'd in the most bitter touch of for- row that e'er I heard a virgin exclaim in ; which I ...
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... queen of gems , That Nature pranks , her mind , attracts my foul . Vio . But if the cannot love you , Sir Duke . I cannot be so answer'd . Vio . Sooth , but you muft . Say , that fome lady , as perhaps there is , Hath for your love as ...
... queen of gems , That Nature pranks , her mind , attracts my foul . Vio . But if the cannot love you , Sir Duke . I cannot be so answer'd . Vio . Sooth , but you muft . Say , that fome lady , as perhaps there is , Hath for your love as ...
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... queen . Clown fings . * When that I was a little tiny boy , With hey , ho , the wind and the rain : A foolish thing was but a toy , For the rain it raineth every day . But when I came to man's eftate , With hey , ho , Sc . ' Gainft ...
... queen . Clown fings . * When that I was a little tiny boy , With hey , ho , the wind and the rain : A foolish thing was but a toy , For the rain it raineth every day . But when I came to man's eftate , With hey , ho , Sc . ' Gainft ...
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... Queen to Leontes . Perdita , daughter to Leontes and Hermione . Paulina , wife to Antigonus . Emilia , attendant on the Queen . Two other Ladies . Mopfa , Dorcas , Shepherdeles . Satyrs for a dance , Shepherds , Shepherdeffes , Guards ...
... Queen to Leontes . Perdita , daughter to Leontes and Hermione . Paulina , wife to Antigonus . Emilia , attendant on the Queen . Two other Ladies . Mopfa , Dorcas , Shepherdeles . Satyrs for a dance , Shepherds , Shepherdeffes , Guards ...
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