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Page 148
And let our hearts and eyes , like civil war , Be blind with tears , and break o'er - charg'd with grief . Enter a Fatber , bearing bis Son . Fatb . Thou , that so stoutly hast resisted me , Give me thy gold , if thou hast any gold ...
And let our hearts and eyes , like civil war , Be blind with tears , and break o'er - charg'd with grief . Enter a Fatber , bearing bis Son . Fatb . Thou , that so stoutly hast resisted me , Give me thy gold , if thou hast any gold ...
Page 223
Out of my sight ! thou doft infect mine eyes . Glo . Thine eyes , sweet Lady , have infected mine . Anne . Would they were basilisks to strike thee dead ! Glo . I would they were , that I might die at once : For now they kill me with a ...
Out of my sight ! thou doft infect mine eyes . Glo . Thine eyes , sweet Lady , have infected mine . Anne . Would they were basilisks to strike thee dead ! Glo . I would they were , that I might die at once : For now they kill me with a ...
Page 239
Your eyes drop mill - stones , when fools ' eyes drop tears . I like you , lads ; about your business ; go . ( Exeunt . S C E N E V. Changes to the Tower . Enter Clarence and Brakenbury . Brak . WHY looks your Grace fo heavily to day ?
Your eyes drop mill - stones , when fools ' eyes drop tears . I like you , lads ; about your business ; go . ( Exeunt . S C E N E V. Changes to the Tower . Enter Clarence and Brakenbury . Brak . WHY looks your Grace fo heavily to day ?
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