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 My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin,...  The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy ... - Page 203 by William Shakespeare - 1811 Full view -
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