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... hath quench'd his fleepy lamp ; Or four and twenty times the pilot's glafs Hath told the thievith minutes how they pafs ; What is infirm from fball fly , your found parts Health fhall live free , and fick nefs freely die . King Upon thy ...
... hath quench'd his fleepy lamp ; Or four and twenty times the pilot's glafs Hath told the thievith minutes how they pafs ; What is infirm from fball fly , your found parts Health fhall live free , and fick nefs freely die . King Upon thy ...
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... hath fhot out in our later times . Ber . And fo ' tis . Luf . To be relinquish'd of the artists- Par . So I fay , both of Galen and Paracelfus . Laf . Of all the learned and authentic fellows Par . Right , fo I fay . Laf . That gave him ...
... hath fhot out in our later times . Ber . And fo ' tis . Luf . To be relinquish'd of the artists- Par . So I fay , both of Galen and Paracelfus . Laf . Of all the learned and authentic fellows Par . Right , fo I fay . Laf . That gave him ...
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... Know't thou not , Bertram , What the hath done for me ? Ber . Yes , my good Lord , But never hope to know why I should marry her . C 2 King . King . Thou know'ft , fhe has rais'd me from Sc . 6 . 2.7 . ALL'S ' WEIL THAT ENDS WELL .
... Know't thou not , Bertram , What the hath done for me ? Ber . Yes , my good Lord , But never hope to know why I should marry her . C 2 King . King . Thou know'ft , fhe has rais'd me from Sc . 6 . 2.7 . ALL'S ' WEIL THAT ENDS WELL .
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William Shakespeare. The King hath done you wrong : but , huh ! ' tis fo , SCENE IX . Enter Helena and Clown . Hel . My mother greets me kindly , is the well ? [ Exeunt Clo . She is not well , but yet fhe ... hath done you wrong: but, huh...
William Shakespeare. The King hath done you wrong : but , huh ! ' tis fo , SCENE IX . Enter Helena and Clown . Hel . My mother greets me kindly , is the well ? [ Exeunt Clo . She is not well , but yet fhe ... hath done you wrong: but, huh...
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... hath happen'd , all as I would have had it ; fave that he 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 ...
... hath happen'd , all as I would have had it ; fave that he 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 ...
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