The Plays of William Shakspeare, Том 7 |
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My master's man .-- Strato , where is thy master ? Stra . Free from the bondage you are in , Messala ; The conquerors can but make a fire of him ; For Brutus only overcame himself , And no man elsel hath honour by his death . Luc .
My master's man .-- Strato , where is thy master ? Stra . Free from the bondage you are in , Messala ; The conquerors can but make a fire of him ; For Brutus only overcame himself , And no man elsel hath honour by his death . Luc .
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My lord your son drew on my master . Queen . Ha ! No harm , I trust , is done ? Pis . There might have been , But that my master rather play'd than fought , And had no help of anger : they were parted By gentlemen at hand . Queen .
My lord your son drew on my master . Queen . Ha ! No harm , I trust , is done ? Pis . There might have been , But that my master rather play'd than fought , And had no help of anger : they were parted By gentlemen at hand . Queen .
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This was my master , A valiant Briton , and a good , That here by mountaineers lies slain : -Alas ! There are no more such masters : I may wander From east to occident , cry out for service , Try many , all good , serve truly , never ...
This was my master , A valiant Briton , and a good , That here by mountaineers lies slain : -Alas ! There are no more such masters : I may wander From east to occident , cry out for service , Try many , all good , serve truly , never ...
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