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... ear , PAROLLES . Ber . He fhall be whipp'd through the army with this rhyme in his forehead . 2 Lord . This is your devoted friend , Sir ; the mani- fold linguift , and the armipotent foldier . VOL . III . F Ber Ber . I could endure any ...
... ear , PAROLLES . Ber . He fhall be whipp'd through the army with this rhyme in his forehead . 2 Lord . This is your devoted friend , Sir ; the mani- fold linguift , and the armipotent foldier . VOL . III . F Ber Ber . I could endure any ...
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... ear , If he would spend his power . Gent . And you . God fave you , Sir . Hel . Sir , I have feen you in the court of France . Gent . I have been sometimes there . Hel . I do prefume , Sir , that you are not fallen From the report that ...
... ear , If he would spend his power . Gent . And you . God fave you , Sir . Hel . Sir , I have feen you in the court of France . Gent . I have been sometimes there . Hel . I do prefume , Sir , that you are not fallen From the report that ...
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... ears took captive , Whofe dear perfections , hearts that scorn'd to serve , Humbly call'd Miftrefs . King . Prailing what is loft , Makes the remembrance dear . Well- hither ; We're reconcil'd , and the first view shall kill All ...
... ears took captive , Whofe dear perfections , hearts that scorn'd to serve , Humbly call'd Miftrefs . King . Prailing what is loft , Makes the remembrance dear . Well- hither ; We're reconcil'd , and the first view shall kill All ...
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... ears ; to prifon with her . Dia . Good mother , fetch my bail . Stay , Royal Sir . [ Exit Widow . The jeweller that owes the ring is fent for , And he shall furety me . But for this Lord , [ To Bertram . Who hath abus'd me , as he knows ...
... ears ; to prifon with her . Dia . Good mother , fetch my bail . Stay , Royal Sir . [ Exit Widow . The jeweller that owes the ring is fent for , And he shall furety me . But for this Lord , [ To Bertram . Who hath abus'd me , as he knows ...
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... ear , like the fweet fouth , ' " That breathes upon a bank of violets , 66 Stealing , and giving odour . " Enough ! - ' Tis not fo fweet now , as it was before . -no more ; O fpirit of love , how quick and fresh art thou ! That ...
... ear , like the fweet fouth , ' " That breathes upon a bank of violets , 66 Stealing , and giving odour . " Enough ! - ' Tis not fo fweet now , as it was before . -no more ; O fpirit of love , how quick and fresh art thou ! That ...
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