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Page 37
Edm . I hear my father coming , - pardon me : In cunning , I must draw my sword upon you :Draw : seem to defend yourself : now quit you well . Yield : come before my father ; -light , ho , here ! Fly , brother . — Torches ! torches !
Edm . I hear my father coming , - pardon me : In cunning , I must draw my sword upon you :Draw : seem to defend yourself : now quit you well . Yield : come before my father ; -light , ho , here ! Fly , brother . — Torches ! torches !
Page 121
Edg . Draw thy sword ; That , if my speech offend a noble heart , Thy arm may do thee justice : here is mine . Behold , it is my privilege , The privilege of mine honours , My oath , and my profession ; I protest ,Maugre thy strength ...
Edg . Draw thy sword ; That , if my speech offend a noble heart , Thy arm may do thee justice : here is mine . Behold , it is my privilege , The privilege of mine honours , My oath , and my profession ; I protest ,Maugre thy strength ...
Page 190
What shall I need to draw my sword ? Pis . the paper Hath cut her throat already . -No , ' tis slander , Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds ...
What shall I need to draw my sword ? Pis . the paper Hath cut her throat already . -No , ' tis slander , Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds ...
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