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So , there goes our protector in a rage : ' Tis known to you , he is mine enemy : Nay more , an enemy unto you all ; And no great friend , I fear me , to the King , Consider , lords , he is the next of blood , And heir apparent to the ...
So , there goes our protector in a rage : ' Tis known to you , he is mine enemy : Nay more , an enemy unto you all ; And no great friend , I fear me , to the King , Consider , lords , he is the next of blood , And heir apparent to the ...
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I fear neither sword nor fire . Weav . He need not fear the sword , for his coat is of proof . Dick . But , methinks he should stand in fear of fire , being burnt i'th ' hand for stealing of sheep . Cade .
I fear neither sword nor fire . Weav . He need not fear the sword , for his coat is of proof . Dick . But , methinks he should stand in fear of fire , being burnt i'th ' hand for stealing of sheep . Cade .
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... let me say , ' Tis but the fate of place , and the rough brake That virtue must go through : we must not stint Our necessary actions , in the fear To cope malicious censurers ; malicious censurers ; which ever , As rav'nous fishes ...
... let me say , ' Tis but the fate of place , and the rough brake That virtue must go through : we must not stint Our necessary actions , in the fear To cope malicious censurers ; malicious censurers ; which ever , As rav'nous fishes ...
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