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... Exit . 1 Lord . Oh , my fweet Lord , that you will ftay be- hind us ! - Par . ' Tis not his fault ; the fpark-- 2 Lord . Oh , ' tis brave wars . Par . Moft admirable ; I have feen those wars . Ber . I am commanded here , and kept a coil ...
... Exit . 1 Lord . Oh , my fweet Lord , that you will ftay be- hind us ! - Par . ' Tis not his fault ; the fpark-- 2 Lord . Oh , ' tis brave wars . Par . Moft admirable ; I have feen those wars . Ber . I am commanded here , and kept a coil ...
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... Exit Lafeu . King . Thus he his special nothing ever prologues . Laf . [ Returns . ] Nay , come your ways . [ Bringing in Helena . King . This hafte hath wings indeed . Laf . Nay , come your ways , This is his Majefty , fay your mind to ...
... Exit Lafeu . King . Thus he his special nothing ever prologues . Laf . [ Returns . ] Nay , come your ways . [ Bringing in Helena . King . This hafte hath wings indeed . Laf . Nay , come your ways , This is his Majefty , fay your mind to ...
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... Exit . Par . Well , thou haft a fon fhall take this difgrace off me ; fcurvy , old , filthy , fcurvy Lord ! Well , I must be patient , there is no fettering of authority , I'll beat him , by my life , if I can meet him with any con ...
... Exit . Par . Well , thou haft a fon fhall take this difgrace off me ; fcurvy , old , filthy , fcurvy Lord ! Well , I must be patient , there is no fettering of authority , I'll beat him , by my life , if I can meet him with any con ...
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... Exit . Par . Good , very good , it is fo then.Good , ve- ry good , let it be conceal'd a while . Ber . Undone , and forfeited to cares for ever ! Par . What is the matter , fweet heart ? Ber . Although before the folemn prieft I've worn ...
... Exit . Par . Good , very good , it is fo then.Good , ve- ry good , let it be conceal'd a while . Ber . Undone , and forfeited to cares for ever ! Par . What is the matter , fweet heart ? Ber . Although before the folemn prieft I've worn ...
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... Exit Parolles . [ To Clown . [ Exeunt SCENE X. Enter Lafeu and Bertram . Laf . But I hope your Lordship thinks not him a fol dier . Ber . Yes , my Lord , and of very valiant approof . Laf . You have it from his own deliverance . Ber ...
... Exit Parolles . [ To Clown . [ Exeunt SCENE X. Enter Lafeu and Bertram . Laf . But I hope your Lordship thinks not him a fol dier . Ber . Yes , my Lord , and of very valiant approof . Laf . You have it from his own deliverance . Ber ...
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