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My lord your son drew on my master . Queen . Ha ! No harm , I trust , is done ? Pis . There might have been , But that my master rather play'd than fought , And had no help of anger : they were parted By gentlemen at hand . Queen .
My lord your son drew on my master . Queen . Ha ! No harm , I trust , is done ? Pis . There might have been , But that my master rather play'd than fought , And had no help of anger : they were parted By gentlemen at hand . Queen .
Page 279
This was my master , A valiant Briton , and a good , That here by mountaineers lies slain : -Alas ! There are no more such masters : I may wander From east to occident , cry out for service , Try many , all good , serve truly , never ...
This was my master , A valiant Briton , and a good , That here by mountaineers lies slain : -Alas ! There are no more such masters : I may wander From east to occident , cry out for service , Try many , all good , serve truly , never ...
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say , I will entreat ; My boy , a Briton born , Let him be ransom'd never master had A page so kind , so duteous , diligent , So tender over his occasions , true , So feat , so nurse - like : let his virtue join With my request , which ...
say , I will entreat ; My boy , a Briton born , Let him be ransom'd never master had A page so kind , so duteous , diligent , So tender over his occasions , true , So feat , so nurse - like : let his virtue join With my request , which ...
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