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If you will go , I will stuff your purses full of crowns ; if you will not , tarry at home , and be hanged . Fal . Hear ye , Yedward : if I tarry at home , and go not , I'll hang you for going . Poins . You will , chops ? Fal .
If you will go , I will stuff your purses full of crowns ; if you will not , tarry at home , and be hanged . Fal . Hear ye , Yedward : if I tarry at home , and go not , I'll hang you for going . Poins . You will , chops ? Fal .
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Hot . Nay then , I cannot blame his cousin king , That wish'd him on the barren mountains starve . But shall it be , that you , that set the crown a Upon the head of this forgetful man , And 14 14 FIRST PART OF.
Hot . Nay then , I cannot blame his cousin king , That wish'd him on the barren mountains starve . But shall it be , that you , that set the crown a Upon the head of this forgetful man , And 14 14 FIRST PART OF.
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... and crack'd crowns , And pass them current too . — Gods me , my horse ! What say'st thou , Kate ? what would'st thou have with me ? Lady . Do you not love me ? do you not , indeed ? Well , do not then ; for since you love me not ...
... and crack'd crowns , And pass them current too . — Gods me , my horse ! What say'st thou , Kate ? what would'st thou have with me ? Lady . Do you not love me ? do you not , indeed ? Well , do not then ; for since you love me not ...
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This chair shall be my state , this dagger my sceptre , and this cushion my crown . P. Hen . Thy state is taken for a joint - stool , thy golden sceptre for a leaden dagger , and thy precious rich crown for a pitiful bald crown ! Fal .
This chair shall be my state , this dagger my sceptre , and this cushion my crown . P. Hen . Thy state is taken for a joint - stool , thy golden sceptre for a leaden dagger , and thy precious rich crown for a pitiful bald crown ! Fal .
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She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down , And rest your gentle head upon her lap , And she will sing the song that pleaseth you , And on your eye - lids crown the god of sleep , Charming your blood with pleasing beaviness ...
She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down , And rest your gentle head upon her lap , And she will sing the song that pleaseth you , And on your eye - lids crown the god of sleep , Charming your blood with pleasing beaviness ...
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| Title | The Plays and Poems, Volume 3 The Plays and Poems, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Published | 1843 |
| Original from | University of Lausanne |
| Digitized | 30 Apr 2008 |
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