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Page 195
Iras falls and dies . Have I the aspic in my lips ? Dost fall ? If thou and nature casi so gently part , The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch , Which hurts , and is desir'd . Dost thou lie still ?
Iras falls and dies . Have I the aspic in my lips ? Dost fall ? If thou and nature casi so gently part , The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch , Which hurts , and is desir'd . Dost thou lie still ?
Page 284
By heavens , I'll go : If you will bless me , sir , and give me leave , I'll take the better care ; but if you will not , The hazard therefore due fall on me , by The hands of Romans ! Aru . So say I ; Amen . Bel .
By heavens , I'll go : If you will bless me , sir , and give me leave , I'll take the better care ; but if you will not , The hazard therefore due fall on me , by The hands of Romans ! Aru . So say I ; Amen . Bel .
Page 344
Martius falls into the pit . Quin . What , art thou fallen ? What subtle hole is this , Whose mouth is cover'd with rude - growing briars ; Upon whose leaves are drops of new - shed blood , As fresh as morning's dew distillid on flowers ...
Martius falls into the pit . Quin . What , art thou fallen ? What subtle hole is this , Whose mouth is cover'd with rude - growing briars ; Upon whose leaves are drops of new - shed blood , As fresh as morning's dew distillid on flowers ...
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