 twas my father's last bequest. \Places a ring on the finger of ITHOCLES. Thus I new-many him whose wife I am ; Death shall not separate us. O, my lords, I but deceived your eyes with antic gesture, When one news straight came huddling on another Of death...  John Ford - Page xviby John Ford - 1888 - 471 pagesFull view - About this book
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