Lies on my tongue. No, Percy, thou art dust,
And food for – (He dies)
PRINCE HAL -For worms, brave Percy.
1 Henry IV
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Lies on my tongue. No, Percy, thou art dust,
And food for – (He dies)
PRINCE HAL -For worms, brave Percy.
1 Henry IV
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Set down in ice, which by hot grief uncandied
Melts into drops.
Two Noble Kinsmen
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Set down in ice, which by hot grief uncandied
Melts into drops.
Two Noble Kinsmen
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Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart.
Richard III
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Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart.
Richard III
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How ill white hairs become a fool and jester.
2 Henry IV
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How ill white hairs become a fool and jester.
2 Henry IV
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And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer.
1 Henry IV
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And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer.
1 Henry IV
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