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That he should come about your Royal person , Or be admitted to your Highness '
council . By flatt'ry hath he won the Commons hearts : And when he'll please to
make commotion , ' Tis to be fear'd they all - will follow him . Now ' tis the spring ...
That he should come about your Royal person , Or be admitted to your Highness '
council . By flatt'ry hath he won the Commons hearts : And when he'll please to
make commotion , ' Tis to be fear'd they all - will follow him . Now ' tis the spring ...
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They say , in care of your most Royal person , That if your Highness should
intend to neep , And charge that no man should disturb your rest , In pain of your
dislike , or pain of death Yet notwithstanding such a strange edict , Were there a ...
They say , in care of your most Royal person , That if your Highness should
intend to neep , And charge that no man should disturb your rest , In pain of your
dislike , or pain of death Yet notwithstanding such a strange edict , Were there a ...
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My mind will never grant what I perceive Your Highness aims at , if I aim aright . K
. Edw . To tell thee plain , I aim to lye with thee , Gray . To tell you plain , I'd rather
lye in prison . [ lands . K. Edw . Why then thou shalt not have thy husband's Gray ...
My mind will never grant what I perceive Your Highness aims at , if I aim aright . K
. Edw . To tell thee plain , I aim to lye with thee , Gray . To tell you plain , I'd rather
lye in prison . [ lands . K. Edw . Why then thou shalt not have thy husband's Gray ...
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The which before His Highness shall speak in , I do beseech You , gracious
Madam , to unthink your speaking , And say no more . Queen . My Lord , my Lord
, I am A simple woman , much too weak t'oppose Your cunning . You are meek ,
and ...
The which before His Highness shall speak in , I do beseech You , gracious
Madam , to unthink your speaking , And say no more . Queen . My Lord , my Lord
, I am A simple woman , much too weak t'oppose Your cunning . You are meek ,
and ...
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God safely quit her of her burthen , and With gentle travel , to the gladding of Your
Highness with an heir ! King . ' Tis midnight , Charles ; Pr'ythee to bed , and in thy
prayers remember Th ' estate of my poor Queen . Leave me alone , For I must ...
God safely quit her of her burthen , and With gentle travel , to the gladding of Your
Highness with an heir ! King . ' Tis midnight , Charles ; Pr'ythee to bed , and in thy
prayers remember Th ' estate of my poor Queen . Leave me alone , For I must ...
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