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... fortune . Ber . Let that go : My hafte is very great . Farewell ; hie home . Hel . Pray , Sir , your pardon . Ber . Well , what would you say ? Hel . I am not worthy of the wealth ' I owe : Nor dare I fay , ' tis mine , and yet it is ...
... fortune . Ber . Let that go : My hafte is very great . Farewell ; hie home . Hel . Pray , Sir , your pardon . Ber . Well , what would you say ? Hel . I am not worthy of the wealth ' I owe : Nor dare I fay , ' tis mine , and yet it is ...
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... fortune . Ber . Sir , it is A charge too heavy for my ftrength ; but yet We'll ftrive to bear it for your worthy fake , To th ' extreme edge of hazard . Duke . Then go forth , D 3 And And Fortune play upon thy profp'rous helm , As thy ...
... fortune . Ber . Sir , it is A charge too heavy for my ftrength ; but yet We'll ftrive to bear it for your worthy fake , To th ' extreme edge of hazard . Duke . Then go forth , D 3 And And Fortune play upon thy profp'rous helm , As thy ...
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William Shakespeare. And Fortune play upon thy profp'rous helm , As thy aufpicious miftrefs ! Ber . This very day , Great Mars , I put myself into thy file ; Make me but like my thoughts , and I shall A lover of thy drum ; hater of love ...
William Shakespeare. And Fortune play upon thy profp'rous helm , As thy aufpicious miftrefs ! Ber . This very day , Great Mars , I put myself into thy file ; Make me but like my thoughts , and I shall A lover of thy drum ; hater of love ...
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... fortune . Hel . Take this purfe of gold , And let me buy your friendly help thus far , Which I will overpay , and pay again When I have found it . The Count wooes your daughter , Lays down his wanton fiege before her beauty , Refolves ...
... fortune . Hel . Take this purfe of gold , And let me buy your friendly help thus far , Which I will overpay , and pay again When I have found it . The Count wooes your daughter , Lays down his wanton fiege before her beauty , Refolves ...
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... Fortune's moat , and smell fome- what ftrong of her ftrong difpleasure . am now , Clo . Truly , Fortune's difpleafure is but fluttish , if it fmell fo ftrongly as thou fpeak'st of : I will henceforth eat no fish of Fortune's butt'ring ...
... Fortune's moat , and smell fome- what ftrong of her ftrong difpleasure . am now , Clo . Truly , Fortune's difpleafure is but fluttish , if it fmell fo ftrongly as thou fpeak'st of : I will henceforth eat no fish of Fortune's butt'ring ...
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