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Brother , the King hath made your nephew mad . WOR . Who struck this heat up after I was gone ? Hor . He will , forsooth , have all my prisoners ! And when I urg'd the ransom once again Of my wife's brother , then his cheek look'd pale ...
Brother , the King hath made your nephew mad . WOR . Who struck this heat up after I was gone ? Hor . He will , forsooth , have all my prisoners ! And when I urg'd the ransom once again Of my wife's brother , then his cheek look'd pale ...
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No , by my Soul ; I never in my life VER Did hear a challenge urg'd more modestly , Unless a brother should a brother dare To gentle exercise and proof of arms . He gave you all the duties of a man ; Trimm'd up your praises with a ...
No , by my Soul ; I never in my life VER Did hear a challenge urg'd more modestly , Unless a brother should a brother dare To gentle exercise and proof of arms . He gave you all the duties of a man ; Trimm'd up your praises with a ...
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This is the strangest fellow , Brother John . 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 ...
This is the strangest fellow , Brother John . 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 ...
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