The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher, Volume 9J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, 1750 |
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Francis Beaumont. Lyfan . We are your Friends . Arc . I know your Faces , but Am not fecure ; I would not be betray'd ... Friend of mine , my Uncle , told me He would not see my Body full of Wounds . Lyfan . Your Uncle ? this is ftrange ...
Francis Beaumont. Lyfan . We are your Friends . Arc . I know your Faces , but Am not fecure ; I would not be betray'd ... Friend of mine , my Uncle , told me He would not see my Body full of Wounds . Lyfan . Your Uncle ? this is ftrange ...
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... Friends Embrace by our Example . Queen . This unfeign'd ? Mac . By all our duties to yourself , dear Madam , Command them not advance , our Houses from This Minute are incorporate ; happy Day ! Our Our Eyes at which before Revenge look ...
... Friends Embrace by our Example . Queen . This unfeign'd ? Mac . By all our duties to yourself , dear Madam , Command them not advance , our Houses from This Minute are incorporate ; happy Day ! Our Our Eyes at which before Revenge look ...
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... Friends ; dare you but call yourself Leonatus , and but justifie with confidence What we'll proclaim you , if we do not bring The Crown to your Head , we will forfeit ours . Eub . The State is in diftra & tion- Arcadius Is prov'd a King ...
... Friends ; dare you but call yourself Leonatus , and but justifie with confidence What we'll proclaim you , if we do not bring The Crown to your Head , we will forfeit ours . Eub . The State is in diftra & tion- Arcadius Is prov'd a King ...
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... Friend new dead . Dem . And I yet living ? Can A Sorrow enter but upon thy Garment , Or difcomplexion thy Attire , whilft I Enjoy a Life for thee ? Who can deserve , Weigh'd with thy living Comforts , but a Piece Of all this Ceremony ...
... Friend new dead . Dem . And I yet living ? Can A Sorrow enter but upon thy Garment , Or difcomplexion thy Attire , whilft I Enjoy a Life for thee ? Who can deserve , Weigh'd with thy living Comforts , but a Piece Of all this Ceremony ...
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... friend with Virtue ; we'll expect What Providence will do . Caf . You are too merciful . Lyfim . Our Duties fhall beg Heav'n ftill to preserve you . Enter Antigonus . Ant . Our Enemy defires fome Parley , Sir . Lyfim . ' Tis not amifs ...
... friend with Virtue ; we'll expect What Providence will do . Caf . You are too merciful . Lyfim . Our Duties fhall beg Heav'n ftill to preserve you . Enter Antigonus . Ant . Our Enemy defires fome Parley , Sir . Lyfim . ' Tis not amifs ...
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