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Page 327
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 . Thou off - spring of the House of Lancaster ...
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 . Thou off - spring of the House of Lancaster ...
Page 374
Be sure , you be .not loose s those you make friends , , And give your hearts too , when they once perceive The least rub in your fortunes , fall away Like water from ye , never found again ; But where they mean to sink ye .
Be sure , you be .not loose s those you make friends , , And give your hearts too , when they once perceive The least rub in your fortunes , fall away Like water from ye , never found again ; But where they mean to sink ye .
Page 413
O , my lord , Press not a falling man too far ; ' ris virtue : His faults lye open to the laws ; let them , Not you ... By your pow'r legatine within this kingdom , Fall in the compass of a Premunire ) That therefore such a writ be su'd ...
O , my lord , Press not a falling man too far ; ' ris virtue : His faults lye open to the laws ; let them , Not you ... By your pow'r legatine within this kingdom , Fall in the compass of a Premunire ) That therefore such a writ be su'd ...
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