Mr. William Shakespeare: King John. Richard II. Henry IV |
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I like thee well ; Wilt thou forfake thy fortune , Bequeath thy land to him , and follow me ? I am a foldier , and now bound to France . Baf . Brother , take you my land , I'll take my chance : Your face hath got five hundred pound a ...
I like thee well ; Wilt thou forfake thy fortune , Bequeath thy land to him , and follow me ? I am a foldier , and now bound to France . Baf . Brother , take you my land , I'll take my chance : Your face hath got five hundred pound a ...
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... step after a ftranger march Upon her gentle bosom , and fill up Her enemies ' ranks , ( I must withdraw , and weep Upon the spot of this enforced cause ) To grace the gentry of a land remote , And follow unacquainted colours here ?
... step after a ftranger march Upon her gentle bosom , and fill up Her enemies ' ranks , ( I must withdraw , and weep Upon the spot of this enforced cause ) To grace the gentry of a land remote , And follow unacquainted colours here ?
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... but , for their spirits and fouls , This word , rebellion , it had froze them up , As fish are in a pond : But now the bishop Turns infurrection to religion : Suppos'd fincere and holy in his thoughts , He's follow'd both with body ...
... but , for their spirits and fouls , This word , rebellion , it had froze them up , As fish are in a pond : But now the bishop Turns infurrection to religion : Suppos'd fincere and holy in his thoughts , He's follow'd both with body ...
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