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Churchmen so hot ? good uncle , hide such malice . 7 With such Holiness can you do it ? Suf . No malice , Sir , no more than weld becomes So good a quarrel , and so bad a Peer . Glo . As who , my lord ? Suf . Why , as yourself , my lord ...
Churchmen so hot ? good uncle , hide such malice . 7 With such Holiness can you do it ? Suf . No malice , Sir , no more than weld becomes So good a quarrel , and so bad a Peer . Glo . As who , my lord ? Suf . Why , as yourself , my lord ...
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One , fure , 7 that promises no element In such a business . Buck . Pray you , who , my lord ? Nor . All this was order'd by the good discretion Of the right rev'rend Cardinal of York . Buck .
One , fure , 7 that promises no element In such a business . Buck . Pray you , who , my lord ? Nor . All this was order'd by the good discretion Of the right rev'rend Cardinal of York . Buck .
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But how to make ye suddenly an answer In such a point of weight , so near mine honour , ( More near my life , I fear , ) with my weak wit , And to fuch men of gravity and learning , In truth , I know not .
But how to make ye suddenly an answer In such a point of weight , so near mine honour , ( More near my life , I fear , ) with my weak wit , And to fuch men of gravity and learning , In truth , I know not .
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