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Strana 36
King . Nothing is left me but myself to lose . Calica . And is it nothing then to lose
the state ? King . Where chance is ripe , there counsel comes too late , Cælica ,
by all thou ow'st the gods and me , I do conjure thee , leave me to my chance .
King . Nothing is left me but myself to lose . Calica . And is it nothing then to lose
the state ? King . Where chance is ripe , there counsel comes too late , Cælica ,
by all thou ow'st the gods and me , I do conjure thee , leave me to my chance .
Strana 204
King . What mischief hath engender'd New storms ? Fath . ' Tis the old tempest .
King . Did not we Appease all horrors that look'd wild upon him ? Fath . You drest
his wounds , I must confess , but made No cure ; they bleed afresh : pardon me ...
King . What mischief hath engender'd New storms ? Fath . ' Tis the old tempest .
King . Did not we Appease all horrors that look'd wild upon him ? Fath . You drest
his wounds , I must confess , but made No cure ; they bleed afresh : pardon me ...
Strana 206
King . I ' ll have no patience , If thou forget the courage of a man . Adm . My
strength would flatter me . King . Physicians , Now I begin to fear his
apprehension . Why how is Chabot's spirit fall'n ? Adm . Who would not wish to
live to serve your ...
King . I ' ll have no patience , If thou forget the courage of a man . Adm . My
strength would flatter me . King . Physicians , Now I begin to fear his
apprehension . Why how is Chabot's spirit fall'n ? Adm . Who would not wish to
live to serve your ...
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