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Hard - hearted Clifford , take me from the world , My soul to heav'n , my blood upon your heads . North . Had he been Naughter - man to all my kin , I should not for my life but weep with him , To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul .
Hard - hearted Clifford , take me from the world , My soul to heav'n , my blood upon your heads . North . Had he been Naughter - man to all my kin , I should not for my life but weep with him , To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul .
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So from thy soul's love , didst thou love her brothers ; And from any heart's love I do thank thee for it . K. Ricb . Be not so hasty to confound my meaning ; I mean , that with my soul I love thy daughter , And do intend to make her ...
So from thy soul's love , didst thou love her brothers ; And from any heart's love I do thank thee for it . K. Ricb . Be not so hasty to confound my meaning ; I mean , that with my soul I love thy daughter , And do intend to make her ...
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Let me sit heavy on thy soul to morrow ! [ To K. Rich . I , that was wash'd to death in fulsom wine , Poor Clarence , by thy guile betray'd to death : To morrow in the battle think on me , And fall thy edgeless sword ; despair and die .
Let me sit heavy on thy soul to morrow ! [ To K. Rich . I , that was wash'd to death in fulsom wine , Poor Clarence , by thy guile betray'd to death : To morrow in the battle think on me , And fall thy edgeless sword ; despair and die .
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