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Here comes my servant Travers , whom I sent On Tuesday last to listen after news . L. Bard . My Lord , I over - rode him on the way ; And he is furnish'd with no certainties More than he haply may retail from me . 30 Enter TRAVERS .
Here comes my servant Travers , whom I sent On Tuesday last to listen after news . L. Bard . My Lord , I over - rode him on the way ; And he is furnish'd with no certainties More than he haply may retail from me . 30 Enter TRAVERS .
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Shut the door ; there comes no swaggerers here : I have not liv'd all this while to have swaggering now : shut the door , I pray you . Fal . Dost thou hear , Hostess ? Host . Pray you , pacify yourself , Sir John : there comes no ...
Shut the door ; there comes no swaggerers here : I have not liv'd all this while to have swaggering now : shut the door , I pray you . Fal . Dost thou hear , Hostess ? Host . Pray you , pacify yourself , Sir John : there comes no ...
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Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night , and we must hence , and leave it unpick'd . More knocking at the door ! Re - enter BARDOLPH . 360 How now ! what's the matter ? BARD . You must away to Court , Sir , presently ; A dozen ...
Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night , and we must hence , and leave it unpick'd . More knocking at the door ! Re - enter BARDOLPH . 360 How now ! what's the matter ? BARD . You must away to Court , Sir , presently ; A dozen ...
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