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My blood hath been too cold and temperate , Unapt to stir at these indignities , And you have found me ; " for , accordingly , You trade upon my patience : but be sure I will from henceforth rather be myself , Mighty and to be fear'd ...
My blood hath been too cold and temperate , Unapt to stir at these indignities , And you have found me ; " for , accordingly , You trade upon my patience : but be sure I will from henceforth rather be myself , Mighty and to be fear'd ...
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She will , she will ; Justice hath liquor'd ' her . We steal as in a castle , cock - sure ; we have the receipt of fern - seed : * we walk invisible . CHAM . Nay ; by my faith , I think you are more beholding to the night than to fern ...
She will , she will ; Justice hath liquor'd ' her . We steal as in a castle , cock - sure ; we have the receipt of fern - seed : * we walk invisible . CHAM . Nay ; by my faith , I think you are more beholding to the night than to fern ...
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Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war , And thou hast so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep , That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow , Like bubbles in a late - disturbed stream ; And in thy face strange motions have appear'd ...
Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war , And thou hast so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep , That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow , Like bubbles in a late - disturbed stream ; And in thy face strange motions have appear'd ...
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