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... . Par . Why , do you not know him ? Ber . Yes , I know him well , and common fpeech Gives him a worthy pass . Here comes my clog . SCENE SCENE XI . Enter Helena . Hel . I have .Sc . 10 . 35 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . Enter Parolles. ...
... . Par . Why , do you not know him ? Ber . Yes , I know him well , and common fpeech Gives him a worthy pass . Here comes my clog . SCENE SCENE XI . Enter Helena . Hel . I have .Sc . 10 . 35 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . Enter Parolles. ...
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... comes not along with her . Clo . By my troth , I take my young Lord to be a very melancholy man . Count . By what obfervance , I pray you ? Clo . Why , he will look upon his boot , and fing ; mend his ruff , and fing ; ask questions ...
... comes not along with her . Clo . By my troth , I take my young Lord to be a very melancholy man . Count . By what obfervance , I pray you ? Clo . Why , he will look upon his boot , and fing ; mend his ruff , and fing ; ask questions ...
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... comes a pilgrim ; I know fhe will lie at my houfe ; thither they send one an other : I'll queftion her : God fave you , pilgrim ! whither are you bound ? He . To St. Jaques le Grand . Where do the palmers lodge , I do befeech you ? Wid ...
... comes a pilgrim ; I know fhe will lie at my houfe ; thither they send one an other : I'll queftion her : God fave you , pilgrim ! whither are you bound ? He . To St. Jaques le Grand . Where do the palmers lodge , I do befeech you ? Wid ...
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... comes . SCENE X. Enter Parolles . , your 1 Lord . O , for the love of laughter , hinder not the ' humour of his defign , let him fetch off his drum in any hand . Ber . How now , Monfieur ? this drum fticks forely in your difpofition . 2 ...
... comes . SCENE X. Enter Parolles . , your 1 Lord . O , for the love of laughter , hinder not the ' humour of his defign , let him fetch off his drum in any hand . Ber . How now , Monfieur ? this drum fticks forely in your difpofition . 2 ...
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... so lawful , May prove coherent . Every night he comes With mufic of all forts , and fongs compos'd To her unworthinefs : it nothing fteads us To chide him from our eaves ; for he perfifts 50 A & 111 . ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
... so lawful , May prove coherent . Every night he comes With mufic of all forts , and fongs compos'd To her unworthinefs : it nothing fteads us To chide him from our eaves ; for he perfifts 50 A & 111 . ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
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