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... faith ? -God fend him well ! - and he is gone Hel . That I wish well - ' tis pity- Par .. What's pity ? Hel . That wishing well had not a body in't Which might be felt ; that we the poorer born , Whose baser stars do fhut us up in ...
... faith ? -God fend him well ! - and he is gone Hel . That I wish well - ' tis pity- Par .. What's pity ? Hel . That wishing well had not a body in't Which might be felt ; that we the poorer born , Whose baser stars do fhut us up in ...
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... Faith , Madam , I have other holy reasons , such as they are . 7 Count . May the world know them ? Clo . I have been , Madam , a wicked creature , as you and all flesh and blood are ; and , indeed , I do marry , that I may repent ...
... Faith , Madam , I have other holy reasons , such as they are . 7 Count . May the world know them ? Clo . I have been , Madam , a wicked creature , as you and all flesh and blood are ; and , indeed , I do marry , that I may repent ...
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... Faith , I do ; her father bequeath'd her to me ; and the herfelf , without other advantages , may lawfully make title to as much love as fhe finds : there is more ow ing her than is paid , and more . fhall be paid her than fhe'll demand ...
... Faith , I do ; her father bequeath'd her to me ; and the herfelf , without other advantages , may lawfully make title to as much love as fhe finds : there is more ow ing her than is paid , and more . fhall be paid her than fhe'll demand ...
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... faith and honour , If feriously I may convey my thoughts In this my light deliverance , I have spoke With one , that in her fex , her years , profeffion , Wisdom , and conftancy , hath amaz'd me more Than I dare blame fee her ...
... faith and honour , If feriously I may convey my thoughts In this my light deliverance , I have spoke With one , that in her fex , her years , profeffion , Wisdom , and conftancy , hath amaz'd me more Than I dare blame fee her ...
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... faith , if the learned fhould fpeak truth of it : here it is , and all that belongs to't . Ask me , if I am a courtier : - it fhall do you no harm to learn . Count . To be young again , if we could : I will be a fool fool in a queftion ...
... faith , if the learned fhould fpeak truth of it : here it is , and all that belongs to't . Ask me , if I am a courtier : - it fhall do you no harm to learn . Count . To be young again , if we could : I will be a fool fool in a queftion ...
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