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What , my young Master ? O my gentle Master ! O my sweet Master ! O you Memory Of old Sir Rowland | why , what make you here ? Why are you virtuous ? why do people love you ? And wherefore are you gentle , strong , and valiant ?
What , my young Master ? O my gentle Master ! O my sweet Master ! O you Memory Of old Sir Rowland | why , what make you here ? Why are you virtuous ? why do people love you ? And wherefore are you gentle , strong , and valiant ?
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Master , go on , and I will follow thee , To the last gasp , with truth and loyalty . From seventeen years till now ... Yet Fortune cannot recompense me better Than to die well , and not my master's debtor . [ exeunt . 70 a SCENE IV .
Master , go on , and I will follow thee , To the last gasp , with truth and loyalty . From seventeen years till now ... Yet Fortune cannot recompense me better Than to die well , and not my master's debtor . [ exeunt . 70 a SCENE IV .
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Dear Master , I can go no further : O , I die for food ! Here lie I down , and measure out my grave . Farewell , kind Master . ORL . Why , how now , Adam ! no greater heart in thee ? Live a little ; comfort thee a little ; cheer thyself ...
Dear Master , I can go no further : O , I die for food ! Here lie I down , and measure out my grave . Farewell , kind Master . ORL . Why , how now , Adam ! no greater heart in thee ? Live a little ; comfort thee a little ; cheer thyself ...
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