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Brother , the King hath made your nephew mad . WOR . Who struck this heat up after I was gone ? Hot . 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 ? Hot . 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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The number of the King exceedeth our's : For God's sake , Cousin , stay till all come in . [ The Trumpet sounds a parley . 30 2 40 Enter SIR WALTER BLUNT . Blunt . I come with gracious offers from the King , If you vouchsafe me hearing ...
The number of the King exceedeth our's : For God's sake , Cousin , stay till all come in . [ The Trumpet sounds a parley . 30 2 40 Enter SIR WALTER BLUNT . Blunt . I come with gracious offers from the King , If you vouchsafe me hearing ...
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KING . I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point With lustier maintenance than I did look for Of such an ungrown warrior . O , this boy Lends mettle to us all ! [ exit . But now , 20 PRINCE . 30 Alarums . Enter DOUGLAS . Doug .
KING . I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point With lustier maintenance than I did look for Of such an ungrown warrior . O , this boy Lends mettle to us all ! [ exit . But now , 20 PRINCE . 30 Alarums . Enter DOUGLAS . Doug .
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