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By these ten bones , my lord , he did speak them to me in the garret one night , as we were scow'ring my lord of York's armour . York . Base dunghil villain , and mechanical , I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech : I do ...
By these ten bones , my lord , he did speak them to me in the garret one night , as we were scow'ring my lord of York's armour . York . Base dunghil villain , and mechanical , I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech : I do ...
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Your Grace shall give me leave , my lord of York , To be the Post , in hope of his reward . York . At your pleasure , my good lord . Who's within there , ho ? Enter a Serving - man . Invite my lords of Salisbury and Warwick , To sup ...
Your Grace shall give me leave , my lord of York , To be the Post , in hope of his reward . York . At your pleasure , my good lord . Who's within there , ho ? Enter a Serving - man . Invite my lords of Salisbury and Warwick , To sup ...
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I thank you , good my lord , and thank I thought , my Mother , and my brother fork , Would long ere this have met us on the way . Fię , what a slug is Hastings ? that he comes not To tell us , whether they will come or no .
I thank you , good my lord , and thank I thought , my Mother , and my brother fork , Would long ere this have met us on the way . Fię , what a slug is Hastings ? that he comes not To tell us , whether they will come or no .
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