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... OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI and QUESTENBERG . OCTAVIO ( still in the distance ) . Ay , ay ! more still ! Still more new visitors ! Acknowledge , friend ! that never was a camp , Which held at once so many heads of heroes . [ Approaching nearer ...
... OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI and QUESTENBERG . OCTAVIO ( still in the distance ) . Ay , ay ! more still ! Still more new visitors ! Acknowledge , friend ! that never was a camp , Which held at once so many heads of heroes . [ Approaching nearer ...
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... OCTAVIO . You'll not forget , that yet ere noon we meet Yes , yes ! your travelling bills soon found their way The noble Envoy at the General's palace . Then after come what may come . ' Tis man's nature You are now acquainted with ...
... OCTAVIO . You'll not forget , that yet ere noon we meet Yes , yes ! your travelling bills soon found their way The noble Envoy at the General's palace . Then after come what may come . ' Tis man's nature You are now acquainted with ...
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... OCTAVIO . Beware , you do not think , OCTAVIO . Now you see yourself Of what a perilous kind the office is , Which you deliver to me from the Court . The least suspicion of the General Costs me my freedom and my life , and would But ...
... OCTAVIO . Beware , you do not think , OCTAVIO . Now you see yourself Of what a perilous kind the office is , Which you deliver to me from the Court . The least suspicion of the General Costs me my freedom and my life , and would But ...
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... OCTAVIO . I must venture it . Hush - There he comes ! OCTAVIO ( to QUESTENBERG ) . Hush ! Suppress it , friend ! Unless some end were answer'd by the utterance.- Of him there you'll make nothing . SCENE IV . MAX . PICCOLOMINI , OCTAVIO ...
... OCTAVIO . I must venture it . Hush - There he comes ! OCTAVIO ( to QUESTENBERG ) . Hush ! Suppress it , friend ! Unless some end were answer'd by the utterance.- Of him there you'll make nothing . SCENE IV . MAX . PICCOLOMINI , OCTAVIO ...
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... OCTAVIO . What ails thee ? What so moves thee all at once ? MAX . Peace have I ne'er beheld ? I have beheld it . From thence am I come hither : O ! that sight , It glimmers still before me , like some landscape Left in the distance ...
... OCTAVIO . What ails thee ? What so moves thee all at once ? MAX . Peace have I ne'er beheld ? I have beheld it . From thence am I come hither : O ! that sight , It glimmers still before me , like some landscape Left in the distance ...
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