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... - About to figure presently , he thinks , In face of all assembled - am the one Who knows precisely least about it ? Pol . D'Ormea's contrivance ! Tush ! Cha . Ay , how otherwise Should the young Prince KING VICTOR AND KING CHARLES . 7.
... - About to figure presently , he thinks , In face of all assembled - am the one Who knows precisely least about it ? Pol . D'Ormea's contrivance ! Tush ! Cha . Ay , how otherwise Should the young Prince KING VICTOR AND KING CHARLES . 7.
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... face , -- don't sink Your eye once — ay , thus ! " If Spain claims . . -Just as you look at me ! Cha . At you ! Oh truly , You have I seen , say , marshalling your troops , Dismissing councils , or , through doors ajar , " " begin Head ...
... face , -- don't sink Your eye once — ay , thus ! " If Spain claims . . -Just as you look at me ! Cha . At you ! Oh truly , You have I seen , say , marshalling your troops , Dismissing councils , or , through doors ajar , " " begin Head ...
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... face And dwindling eye as if it ached with guile , D'Ormea wears [ As he kisses her , enter from the KING's apartment D'ORMEA I said he would divert My kisses from your brow ! D'O . [ Aside . ] Here ! So , King Victor Spoke truth for ...
... face And dwindling eye as if it ached with guile , D'Ormea wears [ As he kisses her , enter from the KING's apartment D'ORMEA I said he would divert My kisses from your brow ! D'O . [ Aside . ] Here ! So , King Victor Spoke truth for ...
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... face ( that is , the world You make for me at Turin ) your contempt ? -Your measure ? —When was not any hateful task D'Ormea's imposition ? Leave my robe ! What post can I bestow , what grant concede ? Or do you take me for the King ...
... face ( that is , the world You make for me at Turin ) your contempt ? -Your measure ? —When was not any hateful task D'Ormea's imposition ? Leave my robe ! What post can I bestow , what grant concede ? Or do you take me for the King ...
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... face will ne'er again disgust me . Go ! Through you , as through a breast of glass , I see . And for your conduct , from my youth till now , Take my contempt ! You might have spared me much , Secured me somewhat , nor so harmed yourself ...
... face will ne'er again disgust me . Go ! Through you , as through a breast of glass , I see . And for your conduct , from my youth till now , Take my contempt ! You might have spared me much , Secured me somewhat , nor so harmed yourself ...
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