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Faulc . One that will play the devil , Sir , with you , An a'may catch your hide and you alone . You are the hare , of whom the proverb goes , Whofe valour plucks dead Lions by the beard ; I'll fmoak your skin - coat , an I catch you ...
Faulc . One that will play the devil , Sir , with you , An a'may catch your hide and you alone . You are the hare , of whom the proverb goes , Whofe valour plucks dead Lions by the beard ; I'll fmoak your skin - coat , an I catch you ...
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Doth not the crown of England prove the King ? And if not that , I bring you witneffes , Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed Faulc . ( Baftards , and elfe . ) K. John . To verify our title with their lives . K. Philip .
Doth not the crown of England prove the King ? And if not that , I bring you witneffes , Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed Faulc . ( Baftards , and elfe . ) K. John . To verify our title with their lives . K. Philip .
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Faulc . O , tremble ; for you hear the Lion roar . K. John . Up higher to the plain , where we'll fet forth In beft appointment all our regiments . Faule . Speed then to take th ' advantage of the field . K.Philip .
Faulc . O , tremble ; for you hear the Lion roar . K. John . Up higher to the plain , where we'll fet forth In beft appointment all our regiments . Faule . Speed then to take th ' advantage of the field . K.Philip .
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Faulc . Ha ! Majefty , -how high thy glory towers , When the rich blood of Kings is fet on fire ! Oh , now doth Death line his dead chaps with fteel ; The swords of foldiers are his teeth , his phangs ; And now he feafts , mouthing the ...
Faulc . Ha ! Majefty , -how high thy glory towers , When the rich blood of Kings is fet on fire ! Oh , now doth Death line his dead chaps with fteel ; The swords of foldiers are his teeth , his phangs ; And now he feafts , mouthing the ...
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Faulc . By heav'n , the Scroyles of Angiers flout you , Kings , And ftand fecurely on their battlements , As in a Theatre , whence they gape and point At your industrious Scenes and Acts of death . You royal prefences , be rul'd by me ...
Faulc . By heav'n , the Scroyles of Angiers flout you , Kings , And ftand fecurely on their battlements , As in a Theatre , whence they gape and point At your industrious Scenes and Acts of death . You royal prefences , be rul'd by me ...
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