The Plays of William Shakspeare, Volume 7 |
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With all my heart , I'll send the emperor My hand : Good Aaron , wilt thou help to chop it off ? Luc . Stay , father ; for that noble hand of thine , That hath thrown down so many enemies , Shall not be sent : my hand will serve the ...
With all my heart , I'll send the emperor My hand : Good Aaron , wilt thou help to chop it off ? Luc . Stay , father ; for that noble hand of thine , That hath thrown down so many enemies , Shall not be sent : my hand will serve the ...
Page 409
Your rule direct to any ; if to me , Day serves not light more faithful than I'll be . Per . I do not doubt thy faith ; But should he wrong my liberties in absenceHel . We'll mingle bloods together in the earth , From whence we had our ...
Your rule direct to any ; if to me , Day serves not light more faithful than I'll be . Per . I do not doubt thy faith ; But should he wrong my liberties in absenceHel . We'll mingle bloods together in the earth , From whence we had our ...
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He lov'd me dearly , And for his sake , I wish the having of it ; And that you'd guide me to your sovereign's court , Where with't I may appear a gentleman ; And if that ever my low fortunes better , I'll pay your bounties ; till then ...
He lov'd me dearly , And for his sake , I wish the having of it ; And that you'd guide me to your sovereign's court , Where with't I may appear a gentleman ; And if that ever my low fortunes better , I'll pay your bounties ; till then ...
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