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[ him better I'll use you for my mirth , yea , for my laughter , Bru . Sheath your dagger : When you are waspish . Be angry when you will , it shall have scope ; Cas . Is it come to this ? Do what you will , dishonor shall be humor .
[ him better I'll use you for my mirth , yea , for my laughter , Bru . Sheath your dagger : When you are waspish . Be angry when you will , it shall have scope ; Cas . Is it come to this ? Do what you will , dishonor shall be humor .
Pagina 102
Yes , I will raise thee up with better news : Seb . What had been , is unknown ; what Thy Violante's heart was ever thine ; is , appears : Compellid to wed , because she was my ward , Confess he justly was preferr'd to thee .
Yes , I will raise thee up with better news : Seb . What had been , is unknown ; what Thy Violante's heart was ever thine ; is , appears : Compellid to wed , because she was my ward , Confess he justly was preferr'd to thee .
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day ; How happy a state does the miller possess , And , when I am dead , may the better sort say , Who would be no greater , nor fears to be less ! In the morning when sober , in the evening On his mill and himself he depends for ...
day ; How happy a state does the miller possess , And , when I am dead , may the better sort say , Who would be no greater , nor fears to be less ! In the morning when sober , in the evening On his mill and himself he depends for ...
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