The Best Elizabethan Plays ...William Roscoe Thayer U.S.A., Ginn, 1890 - 609 pages |
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... thou art the king of courtesy ! Fall off again , my sweet youths . Come , And every man trace to his house again , And hang his pewter up ; then to the tavern , And bring your wives in muffs . We will have music ; And the red grape ...
... thou art the king of courtesy ! Fall off again , my sweet youths . Come , And every man trace to his house again , And hang his pewter up ; then to the tavern , And bring your wives in muffs . We will have music ; And the red grape ...
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