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10336	nan	A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 07			.txt	text/plain	123052	17177	99	And, thou fair letter, how shall I welcome thee? Thy death his blood shall wreak upon the king. O my sweet heart, hast thou receiv'd thy life Thou nor thy followers shall derogate. Thou honey-talking father, speak thy mind. Hath sent me forth to seek thy friends and thee. Nay, sir, your kind words shall not serve the turn: why, think Come, Fulvia, let thy father lay his head Giving thee leave to live, that thou might'st love? If thou wilt glut thy loving heart with blood, But tell me first, think'st thou Frank Goursey loves thee? Thou'st[262] made my love complete unto thy friend: Come hither, Dick; thou art a man I love, Come from her, son, and if thou lov'st thy mother. Give me thy hand, Nicholas: thou art a better man than I took thee for, Love, thou art Lord of hearts; thy laws are sweet;	./cache/10336.txt	./txt/10336.txt