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Leo. None of these, Sir, He shew'd himself a noble Gentleman, Every way apt to rule.
AntLeoAntLeoAntLeoLieu. I learnt it of my Betters.
Leo. Boudge at this?
Ant. Has Fortune but one Face?
Lieu. In her best Vizard Methinks she looks but lowzily.
Ant. Chance, though she faint now, And sink below our expectations, Is there no hope left strong enough to buoy her?
DemAntDemAnt. This was hard fortune, but if alive, and taken, They shall be ransom'd: let it be at Millions.
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Beaumont & Fletchers Works (2 of 10) – the Humourous Lieutenant
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