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But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my trial ; wherein if I be foil'd , there is but one sham'd that was never gracious ; if kill'd , but one dead that is willing to be I shall do my friends no wrong , for I have none ...
But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my trial ; wherein if I be foil'd , there is but one sham'd that was never gracious ; if kill'd , but one dead that is willing to be I shall do my friends no wrong , for I have none ...
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Thou tell'st me there is murder in mine eye : " Tis pretty , sure , and very probable That eyes ( that are the frail'st and softest things , Who shut their coward gates on atomies ) Should be callid tyrants , butchers , murderers !
Thou tell'st me there is murder in mine eye : " Tis pretty , sure , and very probable That eyes ( that are the frail'st and softest things , Who shut their coward gates on atomies ) Should be callid tyrants , butchers , murderers !
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Wounded it is , but with the eyes of a lady . a Ros . Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to sound ' when he shew'd me your handkercher ? ORL . Ay ; and greater wonders than that . Ros . O , I know where you are : nay ...
Wounded it is , but with the eyes of a lady . a Ros . Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to sound ' when he shew'd me your handkercher ? ORL . Ay ; and greater wonders than that . Ros . O , I know where you are : nay ...
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