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I thought as much , he'd be above the clouds . Glou . ... Thy heaven is on earth ,
thine eyes and thoughts Bent on a crown , the treasure of thy heart : Pernicious
Protector , dangerous Peer , That smooth'st it so with King and common - weal !
I thought as much , he'd be above the clouds . Glou . ... Thy heaven is on earth ,
thine eyes and thoughts Bent on a crown , the treasure of thy heart : Pernicious
Protector , dangerous Peer , That smooth'st it so with King and common - weal !
Page 133
Tis thought , my Lord , that you took bribes of And being Protector , staid the
soldiers pay , By means whereof his Highness hath loit France . Glou . Is it but
thought fo ? what are they that think it ? I never robb'd the soldiers of their pay ,
Nor ever ...
Tis thought , my Lord , that you took bribes of And being Protector , staid the
soldiers pay , By means whereof his Highness hath loit France . Glou . Is it but
thought fo ? what are they that think it ? I never robb'd the soldiers of their pay ,
Nor ever ...
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Now , York , or never , steel thy fearful thoughts , And change misdoubt to
resolution : Be that thou hop'st to be , or what thou art Resign to ... Fafter than
spring - time show'rs , comes thought on thought , And not a thought but.thinks on
dignity .
Now , York , or never , steel thy fearful thoughts , And change misdoubt to
resolution : Be that thou hop'st to be , or what thou art Resign to ... Fafter than
spring - time show'rs , comes thought on thought , And not a thought but.thinks on
dignity .
Page 239
O miserable thought ! and more unlikely , Than to accomplish twenty golden
crowns , Why , love forswore me in my mother's womb , And , for I should not deal
in her soft laws , She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe To shrink mine arm
like ...
O miserable thought ! and more unlikely , Than to accomplish twenty golden
crowns , Why , love forswore me in my mother's womb , And , for I should not deal
in her soft laws , She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe To shrink mine arm
like ...
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I thought at least he would have said the King , Or did he make the jest against
his will ? War . Is not a Dukedom , Sir , a goodly gift ? Glo . Ay , by my faith , for a
poor Earl to give : I'll do thee service for so good a gift . War . ' Twas I that gave
the ...
I thought at least he would have said the King , Or did he make the jest against
his will ? War . Is not a Dukedom , Sir , a goodly gift ? Glo . Ay , by my faith , for a
poor Earl to give : I'll do thee service for so good a gift . War . ' Twas I that gave
the ...
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