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-A word , good sir ; I fear , you have done yourself some wrong : a word . Mira . Why speaks my father so ungently ? This Is the third man that ere I saw ; the first That ere I sigh'd for : pity move my father ( 1 ) Confute .
-A word , good sir ; I fear , you have done yourself some wrong : a word . Mira . Why speaks my father so ungently ? This Is the third man that ere I saw ; the first That ere I sigh'd for : pity move my father ( 1 ) Confute .
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We have lost your son , I fear , for ever : Milan and Naples have More widows in them of this business ' making , Than we bring men to comfort them : the fault's Your own . 1 Alon . So is the dearest of the loss . Gon .
We have lost your son , I fear , for ever : Milan and Naples have More widows in them of this business ' making , Than we bring men to comfort them : the fault's Your own . 1 Alon . So is the dearest of the loss . Gon .
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0 , Ant . If you but knew , how you the purpose cherish , Whiles thus you mock it ! how , in stripping it , You more invest it ! Ebbing men , indeed , Most often do so near the bottom run , By their own fear , or sloth . Seb .
0 , Ant . If you but knew , how you the purpose cherish , Whiles thus you mock it ! how , in stripping it , You more invest it ! Ebbing men , indeed , Most often do so near the bottom run , By their own fear , or sloth . Seb .
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I hid me under the dead moon - calf's gaberdine , for fear of the storm : and art thou living , Stephano ? O Stephano , two Neapolitans ' scap'd ! Ste . Pr'ythee , do not turn me about ; my stomach is not constant . Cal .
I hid me under the dead moon - calf's gaberdine , for fear of the storm : and art thou living , Stephano ? O Stephano , two Neapolitans ' scap'd ! Ste . Pr'ythee , do not turn me about ; my stomach is not constant . Cal .
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Faith , Sir , you need not fear : When we were boys , Who would believe that there were mountaineers , Dew - lapp'd like bulls , whose throats had hanging at them Wallets of flesh ? or that there were such men , ( 1 ) Show .
Faith , Sir , you need not fear : When we were boys , Who would believe that there were mountaineers , Dew - lapp'd like bulls , whose throats had hanging at them Wallets of flesh ? or that there were such men , ( 1 ) Show .
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