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Page 144
Then let the Earth be drunken with our blood ; I'll kill my horse , because I will not fly : Why stand we like soft - hearted women here , Wailing our losses , whiles the foe doth rage ; And look upon , as if the Tragedy Were plaid in ...
Then let the Earth be drunken with our blood ; I'll kill my horse , because I will not fly : Why stand we like soft - hearted women here , Wailing our losses , whiles the foe doth rage ; And look upon , as if the Tragedy Were plaid in ...
Page 154
UNDER this thick - grown brake we'll shroud ourselves , For through this laund anon the Deer will come ; And in this covert will we make our Stand , Culling the principal of all the Deer . Hum . I'll stay above the hill , so both may ...
UNDER this thick - grown brake we'll shroud ourselves , For through this laund anon the Deer will come ; And in this covert will we make our Stand , Culling the principal of all the Deer . Hum . I'll stay above the hill , so both may ...
Page 434
Stand up , good Canterbury ; Thy truth and thy integrity is rooted In us , thy friend . Give me thy hand , stand up ; Pr'ythee , let's walk . Now , by my holy dame , What manner of man are you ? my lord , I look'd , You would have given ...
Stand up , good Canterbury ; Thy truth and thy integrity is rooted In us , thy friend . Give me thy hand , stand up ; Pr'ythee , let's walk . Now , by my holy dame , What manner of man are you ? my lord , I look'd , You would have given ...
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