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... gentleman , brother to Viola . ANTONIO , a fea - captain , friend to Sebastian . VALENTINE , CURIO , Gentlemen , attending on the Duke . Sir TOBY BELCH , uncle to Olivia . Sir ANDREW AGUECHEEK , a foolish knight , pre- tending to Olivia ...
... gentleman , brother to Viola . ANTONIO , a fea - captain , friend to Sebastian . VALENTINE , CURIO , Gentlemen , attending on the Duke . Sir TOBY BELCH , uncle to Olivia . Sir ANDREW AGUECHEEK , a foolish knight , pre- tending to Olivia ...
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... gentlemen . Sir To . An thou let her part fo , Sir Andrew , would thou might'it never draw a fword again . Sir And . An you part so , miftrefs , I would I might never draw fword again . Fair lady , do you think you have fools in hand ...
... gentlemen . Sir To . An thou let her part fo , Sir Andrew , would thou might'it never draw a fword again . Sir And . An you part so , miftrefs , I would I might never draw fword again . Fair lady , do you think you have fools in hand ...
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... gentlemen . Oli . What think you of this fool , Malvolio ? doth he net mend ? Mal . Yes , and fhall do , ' till the pangs of death , fhake him . Infirmity , that decays the wife , doth ever make better the fool . Clo . God fend you ...
... gentlemen . Oli . What think you of this fool , Malvolio ? doth he net mend ? Mal . Yes , and fhall do , ' till the pangs of death , fhake him . Infirmity , that decays the wife , doth ever make better the fool . Clo . God fend you ...
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... gentleman . Oli . A gentleman ? what gentleman ? Sir To . ' Tis a gentleman . Here - A plague o ' these pickle herring ! how now , fot ? Clo . Good Sir Toby , Oli . Uncle , uncle , how have you come fo early by this lethargy ? Sir To ...
... gentleman . Oli . A gentleman ? what gentleman ? Sir To . ' Tis a gentleman . Here - A plague o ' these pickle herring ! how now , fot ? Clo . Good Sir Toby , Oli . Uncle , uncle , how have you come fo early by this lethargy ? Sir To ...
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... gentleman . Oli . Get you to your Lord ; I cannot love him : let him send no more ; Unless , perchance , you come to me again , To tell me how he takes it ; fare you well : I thank you for your pains ; fpend this for me . Vio . I am no ...
... gentleman . Oli . Get you to your Lord ; I cannot love him : let him send no more ; Unless , perchance , you come to me again , To tell me how he takes it ; fare you well : I thank you for your pains ; fpend this for me . Vio . I am no ...
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Page 29 - But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We...
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