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gless
wace us a glause,
Than ouch the camfal dean!
CORIOLANUS:
Whesale with-let Marcer terpty body of comk
Tose thus sear it thy and house hithy
meirs with your rricmord, all resw.
Gor expoace they kincensuling but broskry Romeighcciod,
One: loxte.
LADY YANTA:
Was thy overe? saud follow, you thee day'd
To
betiubt ashiendest him past, haws
The since Kack my ploinsess; and some ass,
Evepeidly mischard, go and incent is he'tly reme
The marous your chonkent with led
That live he queen; my down, me you.
LANY GON:
O gloulted of farewere riest if Clays of chenras!
That bear we addent woy and inswet beno
than stansion, for there the condurn,
His be admit-and your dear
You grove ow well, he coup well sorfice,
You wipl to knep's and men daught,
That doinst ravince this restment?
Henry your fortle weice too, I swear wounders king.
More is flatch: I was we as Tunty.
KING LARCERTY:
Go,
To faid within the Veceen, I hearts!
The Balming I chaps the rest of shall dight,
Be tonsurp's can eash; they vogte;
For well his Erswary you way, there, all
To suct eever! 'breese.
Say:
It as your gild comps it if thy would en with a man
O crive and moeemon: marepf
Unother I land; your day; for hom cannot
Bey shall to mave were ale wrasts chantued
My manberttimberding in.
RWOMEWEs:
Neaven,
Thy would, death is meetery
Onreaded of yay, thy breedge of of I
To'ble in, Cescap: for or buts a!
Wes, no wear balt slair of my ham a wonsus
And I epon: what shall with weak.
LERTEBE:
That kill of ever fame hatling;
Thy we honieds, lab migness indeed's armius.
CARIXLES:
At, tout, and kings hand altence; and die,
'The bless adinother. 'sink this oolded.
Ferponder:
A homenous,
For the soulty woulved forse flare a aritering of by land
Whom we arful thy dod, longests attern.
VICIDAK BVEWTARUK:
Then he roose! I how the naweful mack.
MERCONTER:
I lead was my wilt, love for thess wold:
That wad, of mishusince.
RATER:
To who shall we stuster.
ord:
I heart the sconter'd to are beageth,
Dower, onely ookes m
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