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... these younger times ; Which , follow'd well , would now demonstrate them But goers backward . Ber . His good remembrance , Sir , Lies richer in your thoughts , than on his tomb ;. So in approof lives not his epitaph * , As in your royal ...
... these younger times ; Which , follow'd well , would now demonstrate them But goers backward . Ber . His good remembrance , Sir , Lies richer in your thoughts , than on his tomb ;. So in approof lives not his epitaph * , As in your royal ...
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... these boys , And writ as little beard . King . Peruse them well : ' Not one of those but had a noble father . [ She addreffes herfelf to a Lord Hel . Gentlemen , heaven hath , through me , reftor'd The King to health . you . All . We ...
... these boys , And writ as little beard . King . Peruse them well : ' Not one of those but had a noble father . [ She addreffes herfelf to a Lord Hel . Gentlemen , heaven hath , through me , reftor'd The King to health . you . All . We ...
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... these breed honour . That is honour's fcorn , Which challenges itfelf as honour's born , And is not like the fire . Honours beft thrive , When rather from our acts we them derive Than our foregoers : the mere word's a flave Debauch'd on ...
... these breed honour . That is honour's fcorn , Which challenges itfelf as honour's born , And is not like the fire . Honours beft thrive , When rather from our acts we them derive Than our foregoers : the mere word's a flave Debauch'd on ...
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... dangerous , fince I cannot yet find in my heart to repent . Here he comes ; 1 pray you , make us friends , I will pur- fue the amity , Enter Enter Parolles . Par . These things fhall be done 34 A & II . ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
... dangerous , fince I cannot yet find in my heart to repent . Here he comes ; 1 pray you , make us friends , I will pur- fue the amity , Enter Enter Parolles . Par . These things fhall be done 34 A & II . ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
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William Shakespeare. Enter Parolles . Par . These things fhall be done , Sir . pray you , Sir , who's his tailor ? Par . Sir ? Laf . I Laf . O , I know him well ; Ay , Sir , he , Sir , is a good workman , a very good tailor . Ber . Is ...
William Shakespeare. Enter Parolles . Par . These things fhall be done , Sir . pray you , Sir , who's his tailor ? Par . Sir ? Laf . I Laf . O , I know him well ; Ay , Sir , he , Sir , is a good workman , a very good tailor . Ber . Is ...
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