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Lady . But hear you , my Lord . Hot . What say'st thou , my Lady ? LADY . What is it carries you away ? Hot . Why , my horse , my Love , my horse . LADY . Out , you mad - headed Ape ! A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen 10 As you ...
Lady . But hear you , my Lord . Hot . What say'st thou , my Lady ? LADY . What is it carries you away ? Hot . Why , my horse , my Love , my horse . LADY . Out , you mad - headed Ape ! A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen 10 As you ...
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Lady . Come , come , you Paraquito , answer me Directly unto this question that I ask : In faith , I ' ll break thy little finger , Harry , An if thou wilt not tell me true . нот . Away , Away , you Trifler ! Love ?
Lady . Come , come , you Paraquito , answer me Directly unto this question that I ask : In faith , I ' ll break thy little finger , Harry , An if thou wilt not tell me true . нот . Away , Away , you Trifler ! Love ?
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LADY P. Then should you be nothing but musical ; For you are altogether govern'd by humours . Lie still , ye Thief , and hear the lady sing in Welsh . Hot . I had rather hear Lady , my brach , ' howl in Irish . LADY P. Would'st thou ...
LADY P. Then should you be nothing but musical ; For you are altogether govern'd by humours . Lie still , ye Thief , and hear the lady sing in Welsh . Hot . I had rather hear Lady , my brach , ' howl in Irish . LADY P. Would'st thou ...
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