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... tongue obey'd his hand . Who were below him He us'd as creatures s of another place , And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks ; Making them proud ; and his humility , In their poor praife , he humbled . Such a man Might be a copy ...
... tongue obey'd his hand . Who were below him He us'd as creatures s of another place , And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks ; Making them proud ; and his humility , In their poor praife , he humbled . Such a man Might be a copy ...
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... tongue , That truth fhould be fufpected ; fpeak , is't fo ? If it be fo , you've wound a goodly clew : If it be not , forfwear't ; howe'er , I charge thee , As heav'n fhall work in me for thine avail , To tell me truly . Hel . Good ...
... tongue , That truth fhould be fufpected ; fpeak , is't fo ? If it be fo , you've wound a goodly clew : If it be not , forfwear't ; howe'er , I charge thee , As heav'n fhall work in me for thine avail , To tell me truly . Hel . Good ...
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... tongue fpeaks out his master's undoing . To fay nothing , to do nothing , to know nothing , and to have nothing , is to be a great part of your title ; which is within a very little of nothing . Par . Away , thou'rt a knave . Clo . You ...
... tongue fpeaks out his master's undoing . To fay nothing , to do nothing , to know nothing , and to have nothing , is to be a great part of your title ; which is within a very little of nothing . Par . Away , thou'rt a knave . Clo . You ...
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... tongue is too fool - har- dy ; but my heart hath the fear of Mars before it , and of his creatures , not daring , the reports of my tongue . 1 Lord . This is the first truth that e'er thine own tongue was guilty of . [ Afide . Par ...
... tongue is too fool - har- dy ; but my heart hath the fear of Mars before it , and of his creatures , not daring , the reports of my tongue . 1 Lord . This is the first truth that e'er thine own tongue was guilty of . [ Afide . Par ...
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... tongue ; Kerelybonto , Sir , betake thee to thy faith , for feventeen poniards are at thy bofom . Par . Oh ! Int . Oh , pray , pray , pray . Mancha ravancha dulche , Lord . Ofceoribi dulchos volivorco . Int . The general is content to ...
... tongue ; Kerelybonto , Sir , betake thee to thy faith , for feventeen poniards are at thy bofom . Par . Oh ! Int . Oh , pray , pray , pray . Mancha ravancha dulche , Lord . Ofceoribi dulchos volivorco . Int . The general is content to ...
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