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... hath perfecuted time with hope ; and finds no other advantage in the process , but only the lofing of hope by time . Count . This young gentlewoman had a father , ( 0 , that had ! how fad a prefage ' tis ! ) whofe fkill was al- moft as ...
... hath perfecuted time with hope ; and finds no other advantage in the process , but only the lofing of hope by time . Count . This young gentlewoman had a father , ( 0 , that had ! how fad a prefage ' tis ! ) whofe fkill was al- moft as ...
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... hath been , cannot be . Whoever ftrove To fhew her merit , that did mifs her love ? The king's difeafe - my project may deceive me . my intents are fix'd , and will not leave me . But SCENE V. Changes to the court of France . [ Exit ...
... hath been , cannot be . Whoever ftrove To fhew her merit , that did mifs her love ? The king's difeafe - my project may deceive me . my intents are fix'd , and will not leave me . But SCENE V. Changes to the court of France . [ Exit ...
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... hath arm'd our answer ; And Florence is deny'd , before he comes : Yet , for our gentlemen that mean to fee The Tuscan fervice , freely have they leave To ftand on either part . 2 Lord . It may well ferve A nursery to our gentry , who ...
... hath arm'd our answer ; And Florence is deny'd , before he comes : Yet , for our gentlemen that mean to fee The Tuscan fervice , freely have they leave To ftand on either part . 2 Lord . It may well ferve A nursery to our gentry , who ...
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... hath catch'd your fondness.- Now I fee The mystery of your loneliness , and find Your falt tears ' head ; now to all fenfe ' tis grofs , You love my fon ; invention is afham'd , Against the proclamation of thy paffion , To fay thou doft ...
... hath catch'd your fondness.- Now I fee The mystery of your loneliness , and find Your falt tears ' head ; now to all fenfe ' tis grofs , You love my fon ; invention is afham'd , Against the proclamation of thy paffion , To fay thou doft ...
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... hath amaz'd me more Than I dare blame fee her , weaknefs : will my For that is her demand , and know her bufinefs ? That done , laugh well at me . King . Now , good Lafeu , you Bring in the admiration , that we with thee May spend our ...
... hath amaz'd me more Than I dare blame fee her , weaknefs : will my For that is her demand , and know her bufinefs ? That done , laugh well at me . King . Now , good Lafeu , you Bring in the admiration , that we with thee May spend our ...
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