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ING Boling . Joy abfent , grief is present for that time . GAUNT . What is six winters
? they are quickly gone . Boling . To men in joy ; but grief makes one hour ten .
GAUNT . Call it a trayel that thou tak ' st for pleasure . Boling . My heart will figh ...
ING Boling . Joy abfent , grief is present for that time . GAUNT . What is six winters
? they are quickly gone . Boling . To men in joy ; but grief makes one hour ten .
GAUNT . Call it a trayel that thou tak ' st for pleasure . Boling . My heart will figh ...
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Boling . What says his majesty ? North . Sorrow and grief of heart Makes him
speak fondly , like a frantick man : Yet he is come . CHA Enter King Richard , and
his Attendants , below . BOLING . Stand all apart , And show fair duty to his
majesty .
Boling . What says his majesty ? North . Sorrow and grief of heart Makes him
speak fondly , like a frantick man : Yet he is come . CHA Enter King Richard , and
his Attendants , below . BOLING . Stand all apart , And show fair duty to his
majesty .
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BOLING . Yet ask . K . Rich . And shall I have ? BOLING . You shall . K . Rich .
Then give me leave to go . BOLING . Whither ? K . Rich . Whither you will , so I
were from your : sights . Boling . Go some of you , convey him to the Tower . K .
Rich .
BOLING . Yet ask . K . Rich . And shall I have ? BOLING . You shall . K . Rich .
Then give me leave to go . BOLING . Whither ? K . Rich . Whither you will , so I
were from your : sights . Boling . Go some of you , convey him to the Tower . K .
Rich .
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Boling . Intended , or committed , was this fault ? If but ” the first , how heinous ere
it be , To win thy after - love , I pardon thee . Aum . Then give me leave that I may
turn the key , That no man enter till my tale be done . BOLING . Have thy desire .
Boling . Intended , or committed , was this fault ? If but ” the first , how heinous ere
it be , To win thy after - love , I pardon thee . Aum . Then give me leave that I may
turn the key , That no man enter till my tale be done . BOLING . Have thy desire .
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Boling . Good aunt , stand up , Duch . I do not sue to stand , Pardon is all the suit I
have in hand . Boling . I pardon him , as God shall pardon me . Duch . O happy
vantage of a kneeling knee ! Yet am I fick for fear : speak it again ; Twice saying ...
Boling . Good aunt , stand up , Duch . I do not sue to stand , Pardon is all the suit I
have in hand . Boling . I pardon him , as God shall pardon me . Duch . O happy
vantage of a kneeling knee ! Yet am I fick for fear : speak it again ; Twice saying ...
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