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As if we should forget we had no hands , If Marcus did not name the word of handsCome , let's fall to ; and , gentle girl , eat this :Here is no drink ! Hark , Marcus , what she says ; I can interpret all her martyr'd signs ;She says ...
As if we should forget we had no hands , If Marcus did not name the word of handsCome , let's fall to ; and , gentle girl , eat this :Here is no drink ! Hark , Marcus , what she says ; I can interpret all her martyr'd signs ;She says ...
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mean : Follows me every where , I know not why Good uncle Marcus , see how swift she comes ! Alas , sweet aunt , I know not what you mean . Mar. Stand by me , Lucius ; do not fear thine aunt . Tit . She loves thee , boy , too well to do ...
mean : Follows me every where , I know not why Good uncle Marcus , see how swift she comes ! Alas , sweet aunt , I know not what you mean . Mar. Stand by me , Lucius ; do not fear thine aunt . Tit . She loves thee , boy , too well to do ...
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You're a young huntsman , Marcus ; let it alone ; And , come , I will go get a leaf of brass , And with a gad ! of steel will write these words , And lay it by : the angry northern wind Will blow these sands , like sybil's leaves ...
You're a young huntsman , Marcus ; let it alone ; And , come , I will go get a leaf of brass , And with a gad ! of steel will write these words , And lay it by : the angry northern wind Will blow these sands , like sybil's leaves ...
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