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... words here accuse my zeal : ' Tis not the trial of a woman's war , .. The bitter clamour of two eager tongues , Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us wain ; The blood is hot , that must be cool'd for this . Yet can I not of such tame ...
... words here accuse my zeal : ' Tis not the trial of a woman's war , .. The bitter clamour of two eager tongues , Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us wain ; The blood is hot , that must be cool'd for this . Yet can I not of such tame ...
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... word more ; Grief bound- eth where it falls , - Not with the empty hollowness , but weight : I take my leave before I have begun ; For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done . Commend me to my brother , Edmund York . Lo , this is all ...
... word more ; Grief bound- eth where it falls , - Not with the empty hollowness , but weight : I take my leave before I have begun ; For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done . Commend me to my brother , Edmund York . Lo , this is all ...
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... word of - - never to return Breathe I against thee , upon pain of life . موس Nor . A heavy sentence , my most sovereign liege , And all unlook'd for from your highness ' mouth : A dearer merit , not so deep a maim As to be cast forth in ...
... word of - - never to return Breathe I against thee , upon pain of life . موس Nor . A heavy sentence , my most sovereign liege , And all unlook'd for from your highness ' mouth : A dearer merit , not so deep a maim As to be cast forth in ...
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William Shakespeare. Boling . How long a time lies in one little word ! Four lagging winters , and four wanton springs , End in a word ; Such is the breath of kings . Gaunt . I thank my liege , that , in regard of me , He shorteus four ...
William Shakespeare. Boling . How long a time lies in one little word ! Four lagging winters , and four wanton springs , End in a word ; Such is the breath of kings . Gaunt . I thank my liege , that , in regard of me , He shorteus four ...
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... words , That thou return'st no greeting to thy friends ? / . Boling . I have too few to take my leave of you , When the tongue's office should be prodigal To breathe the abundant dolour of the heart . Gaunt . Thy grief is but thy ...
... words , That thou return'st no greeting to thy friends ? / . Boling . I have too few to take my leave of you , When the tongue's office should be prodigal To breathe the abundant dolour of the heart . Gaunt . Thy grief is but thy ...
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