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Page 137
Doth not the object cheer your heart , my Lord ? K. Henry . Ay , as the rocks cheer them , that fear their wreck ; To see this sight , it irks my very foul : With - hold revenge , dear God ; ' tis not my fault , Nor wittingly have I ...
Doth not the object cheer your heart , my Lord ? K. Henry . Ay , as the rocks cheer them , that fear their wreck ; To see this sight , it irks my very foul : With - hold revenge , dear God ; ' tis not my fault , Nor wittingly have I ...
Page 147
O , yes , it doth ; a thousand - fold it doth . l And , to conclude , the shepherd's homely curds , His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle , His wonted Neep under a fresh tree's shade , All which secure and sweetly he enjoys ...
O , yes , it doth ; a thousand - fold it doth . l And , to conclude , the shepherd's homely curds , His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle , His wonted Neep under a fresh tree's shade , All which secure and sweetly he enjoys ...
Page 237
What doth she say , my Lord of Buckingham ? Buck . Nothing that I respect , my gracious Lord . Q. Mar. What dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel ? And sooth the devil , that I warn thee from ? O , but remember this another day ...
What doth she say , my Lord of Buckingham ? Buck . Nothing that I respect , my gracious Lord . Q. Mar. What dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel ? And sooth the devil , that I warn thee from ? O , but remember this another day ...
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