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Page 405
Nor tell the world , Antiochus doth sin In such a loathed manner : And therefore instantly this prince must die ; For by his fall my honour must keep high . Who attends on us there ? Enter Thaliard . Thal . Doth your highness call ?
Nor tell the world , Antiochus doth sin In such a loathed manner : And therefore instantly this prince must die ; For by his fall my honour must keep high . Who attends on us there ? Enter Thaliard . Thal . Doth your highness call ?
Page 407
When signior Sooth here does proclaim a peace , He flatters you , makes war upon your life : Prince , pardon me , or strike me , if you please ; I cannot be much lower than my knees . Per . All leave us else ; but let your cares ...
When signior Sooth here does proclaim a peace , He flatters you , makes war upon your life : Prince , pardon me , or strike me , if you please ; I cannot be much lower than my knees . Per . All leave us else ; but let your cares ...
Page 415
... Where when men been , there's seldom ease ; For now the wind begins to blow ; Thunder above , and deeps below , Make such unquiet , that the ship Should house him safe , is wreck'd and split ; And he , good prince , having all lost ...
... Where when men been , there's seldom ease ; For now the wind begins to blow ; Thunder above , and deeps below , Make such unquiet , that the ship Should house him safe , is wreck'd and split ; And he , good prince , having all lost ...
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