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I'll willingly to him : to gain his colour , I'd let a parish of such Clotens ' blood , And praise myself for charity . [ Exit . Bel . O thou goddess , Thou divine Nature , how thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys !
I'll willingly to him : to gain his colour , I'd let a parish of such Clotens ' blood , And praise myself for charity . [ Exit . Bel . O thou goddess , Thou divine Nature , how thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys !
Page 295
Why dost not comfort me and help me out From this unhallow'd and blood - stained hole ? Quint . I am surprised with an uncouth fear ; A chilling sweat o'erruns my trembling joints ; My heart suspects more than mine eye can see . Mart .
Why dost not comfort me and help me out From this unhallow'd and blood - stained hole ? Quint . I am surprised with an uncouth fear ; A chilling sweat o'erruns my trembling joints ; My heart suspects more than mine eye can see . Mart .
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Alas , a crimson river of warm blood , Like to a bubbling fountain stirrd with wind , Doth rise and fall between thy rosèd lips , Coming and going with thy honey breath . But sure some ' Tereus hath defloured thee , And , lest thou ...
Alas , a crimson river of warm blood , Like to a bubbling fountain stirrd with wind , Doth rise and fall between thy rosèd lips , Coming and going with thy honey breath . But sure some ' Tereus hath defloured thee , And , lest thou ...
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