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... fool , folely a coward " Yet thefe fix'd evils fit fo fit in him , " That they take place , when Virtue's fteely bones " Look bleak in the cold wind ; " full oft we fee Cold Wisdom waiting on fuperfluous Folly , + SCENE III . Par , Save ...
... fool , folely a coward " Yet thefe fix'd evils fit fo fit in him , " That they take place , when Virtue's fteely bones " Look bleak in the cold wind ; " full oft we fee Cold Wisdom waiting on fuperfluous Folly , + SCENE III . Par , Save ...
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... fool fool in a queftion , hoping to be the wifer Sc . 4 . 23 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . SCENE IV. Changes to Roufillon. ...
... fool fool in a queftion , hoping to be the wifer Sc . 4 . 23 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . SCENE IV. Changes to Roufillon. ...
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... fool . Clo . O Lord , Sir , why there't ferves well again . Count . An end , Sir ; to your bufinefs : give Helen this , And urge her to a present answer back . Commend me to my kinfmen , and This is not much . my fon : Clo . Not much ...
... fool . Clo . O Lord , Sir , why there't ferves well again . Count . An end , Sir ; to your bufinefs : give Helen this , And urge her to a present answer back . Commend me to my kinfmen , and This is not much . my fon : Clo . Not much ...
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... fool , I have found thee , Clo . Did you find me in yourfelf , Sir ? or were you taught to find me ? the fearch , Sir , was profitable , and much much fool may you find in you , even to sc . 9 . 33 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL The King ...
... fool , I have found thee , Clo . Did you find me in yourfelf , Sir ? or were you taught to find me ? the fearch , Sir , was profitable , and much much fool may you find in you , even to sc . 9 . 33 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL The King ...
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William Shakespeare. much fool may you find in you , even to the world's plea fure , and the increase of laughter . Par . A good knave , i ' faith , and well fed . Lord will go away to - night , Madam , my Lord will A very ferious ...
William Shakespeare. much fool may you find in you , even to the world's plea fure , and the increase of laughter . Par . A good knave , i ' faith , and well fed . Lord will go away to - night , Madam , my Lord will A very ferious ...
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