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And , I pr'ythee , sweet Wag , when thou art King , as , God save thy Grace ( Majesty I should say , for grace thou wilt have none ) - PRINCE . What , none ? FAL . No , by my troth ; not so much as will serve to be prologue to an egg ...
And , I pr'ythee , sweet Wag , when thou art King , as , God save thy Grace ( Majesty I should say , for grace thou wilt have none ) - PRINCE . What , none ? FAL . No , by my troth ; not so much as will serve to be prologue to an egg ...
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Thou art violently carried away from Grace : there is a Devil haunts thee , in the likeness of an old fat man ; a tun of man is thy companion . Why dost thou converse with that trunk of humours , that bolting - hutch of beastliness ...
Thou art violently carried away from Grace : there is a Devil haunts thee , in the likeness of an old fat man ; a tun of man is thy companion . Why dost thou converse with that trunk of humours , that bolting - hutch of beastliness ...
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Come , bring your luggage nobly on your back : For my part , if a lie may do thee grace , I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have . [ A retreat is sounded . The trumpet sounds retreat ; the day is our's .
Come , bring your luggage nobly on your back : For my part , if a lie may do thee grace , I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have . [ A retreat is sounded . The trumpet sounds retreat ; the day is our's .
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