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NORTH . Good my LordKING . Worcester , ' get thee gone ; for I do see Danger and disobedience in thine eye : Go , Sir , your presence is too bold and peremptory , And Majesty might never yet endure The moody frontier ” of a servant brow ...
NORTH . Good my LordKING . Worcester , ' get thee gone ; for I do see Danger and disobedience in thine eye : Go , Sir , your presence is too bold and peremptory , And Majesty might never yet endure The moody frontier ” of a servant brow ...
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NORTH . What , drunk with choler ? stay , and pause awhile : Here comes your uncle . 130 140 Re - enter WORCESTER . Нот . Speak of Mortimer ! ' Zounds , I will speak of him ; and let my soul Want mercy , if I do not join with him : Yea ...
NORTH . What , drunk with choler ? stay , and pause awhile : Here comes your uncle . 130 140 Re - enter WORCESTER . Нот . Speak of Mortimer ! ' Zounds , I will speak of him ; and let my soul Want mercy , if I do not join with him : Yea ...
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Methinks my moiety , ' north from Burton here , In quantity equals not one of your's : See how this river comes me cranking in , And cuts me from the best of all my land A huge half - moon , a monstrous cantle out .
Methinks my moiety , ' north from Burton here , In quantity equals not one of your's : See how this river comes me cranking in , And cuts me from the best of all my land A huge half - moon , a monstrous cantle out .
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