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... prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! farewell , my Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advise him . Laf . He cannot want the best ,. That fhall attend his love . Count . Heav'n blefs him ! Farewell , Bertram . [ Exit ...
... prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! farewell , my Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advise him . Laf . He cannot want the best ,. That fhall attend his love . Count . Heav'n blefs him ! Farewell , Bertram . [ Exit ...
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... prayers ; when thou haft none , remember thy friends ; get thee a good husband , and use him as he uses thee : fo farewell . [ Exit SCENE IV . Hel . Our remedies oft in ourfelves do lie , Which we afcribe to Heav'n . The fated fky Gives ...
... prayers ; when thou haft none , remember thy friends ; get thee a good husband , and use him as he uses thee : fo farewell . [ Exit SCENE IV . Hel . Our remedies oft in ourfelves do lie , Which we afcribe to Heav'n . The fated fky Gives ...
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... pray God's bleffing into thy attempt : Begone , to - morrow ; and be fure of this , What I can help thee to , thou shalt not mifs . ACT II . SCENE I. The Court of France . [ Exeunt . Enter the King , with divers young Lords taking leave ...
... pray God's bleffing into thy attempt : Begone , to - morrow ; and be fure of this , What I can help thee to , thou shalt not mifs . ACT II . SCENE I. The Court of France . [ Exeunt . Enter the King , with divers young Lords taking leave ...
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... pray you , Sir , are you a courtier ? Clo . O Lord , Sir , there's a fimple putting off : more , more , a hundred of them . Count . Sir , I am a poor friend of yours , that loves you . Clo . O Lord , Sir , -- -thick , thick , spare not ...
... pray you , Sir , are you a courtier ? Clo . O Lord , Sir , there's a fimple putting off : more , more , a hundred of them . Count . Sir , I am a poor friend of yours , that loves you . Clo . O Lord , Sir , -- -thick , thick , spare not ...
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... prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them ftill . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her wrinkles and I her money , I would fhe did as you fay . Par . Why , I fay nothing . Clo . Marry , you are ...
... prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them ftill . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her wrinkles and I her money , I would fhe did as you fay . Par . Why , I fay nothing . Clo . Marry , you are ...
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