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... wife's fake . Count . Such friends are thine enemies , knave . Clo . Y ' are fhallow , Madam , in great friends ... wife , is the cherisher of my flesh and blood ; he that cherisheth my flesh and blood , loves my flesh and blood ; he ...
... wife's fake . Count . Such friends are thine enemies , knave . Clo . Y ' are fhallow , Madam , in great friends ... wife , is the cherisher of my flesh and blood ; he that cherisheth my flesh and blood , loves my flesh and blood ; he ...
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... wife . Ber . My wife , my Liege ? I fhall befeech your Highness , In fuch a bufinefs give me leave to use ' The help of mine own eyes . King . Know't thou not , Bertram , What the hath done for me ? Ber . Yes , my good Lord , But never ...
... wife . Ber . My wife , my Liege ? I fhall befeech your Highness , In fuch a bufinefs give me leave to use ' The help of mine own eyes . King . Know't thou not , Bertram , What the hath done for me ? Ber . Yes , my good Lord , But never ...
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... wife ! -Difdain Rather corrupt me ever ! King . ' Tis only title thou difdain'ft in her , the which I can build up : ftrange is it , that our bloods , Of colour , weight , and heat , pour'd all together , Would quite confound ...
... wife ! -Difdain Rather corrupt me ever ! King . ' Tis only title thou difdain'ft in her , the which I can build up : ftrange is it , that our bloods , Of colour , weight , and heat , pour'd all together , Would quite confound ...
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... wife fellow : thou didft make tolerable vent of thy travel ; it might pafs : yet the fcarfs and the bannerets a- bout thee did manifoldly diffuade me from believing thee a veffel of too great a burthen . I have now found thee ; when I ...
... wife fellow : thou didft make tolerable vent of thy travel ; it might pafs : yet the fcarfs and the bannerets a- bout thee did manifoldly diffuade me from believing thee a veffel of too great a burthen . I have now found thee ; when I ...
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... wife , Par . Will this capricio hold in thee , art fure ? Ber . Go with me to my chamber , and advise me . I'll fend her ftraight away : to - morrow I'll to the wars , the to her fingle forrow . Par , Why , thefe balls bound , there's ...
... wife , Par . Will this capricio hold in thee , art fure ? Ber . Go with me to my chamber , and advise me . I'll fend her ftraight away : to - morrow I'll to the wars , the to her fingle forrow . Par , Why , thefe balls bound , there's ...
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