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But nowe thy courage is gone and thy delite ; Trust me , Minalcas , nowe playnly I
espy That thou art wery of shepheardes company ; And that all pleasour thou
semest to despise , Lothing our pasture and fieldes in likewise : Thou fleest
solace ...
But nowe thy courage is gone and thy delite ; Trust me , Minalcas , nowe playnly I
espy That thou art wery of shepheardes company ; And that all pleasour thou
semest to despise , Lothing our pasture and fieldes in likewise : Thou fleest
solace ...
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Than is all our woll and lambes gone and solde , We tremble naked , and dye
almost for colde . Our sholders all bare , our hose and showes rent , By retcheles
youthe thus all is gone and spent . This cometh for wantynge of good provysyon ...
Than is all our woll and lambes gone and solde , We tremble naked , and dye
almost for colde . Our sholders all bare , our hose and showes rent , By retcheles
youthe thus all is gone and spent . This cometh for wantynge of good provysyon ...
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Hu . And I prey the bertely also . Sen. At your request so shall I do . Lo ! I am gone
, nowe farewell ! I shall brynge them into this hall , And come myselfe formast of
all , And of these revellis be chefe mershall , And order 46 AN INTERLUDE OF.
Hu . And I prey the bertely also . Sen. At your request so shall I do . Lo ! I am gone
, nowe farewell ! I shall brynge them into this hall , And come myselfe formast of
all , And of these revellis be chefe mershall , And order 46 AN INTERLUDE OF.
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