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... dead ! she's dead ! she's dead ! Guiscardo , ( enters , sword drawn . ) Fernando ! Fer . Here , Guiscardo ! Guis . Who is she Hangs swooning on thine arm ? Thy bride ? Fer . My bride ! Guis . And dead ? Fer . And dead ! Guis . Set down ...
... dead ! she's dead ! she's dead ! Guiscardo , ( enters , sword drawn . ) Fernando ! Fer . Here , Guiscardo ! Guis . Who is she Hangs swooning on thine arm ? Thy bride ? Fer . My bride ! Guis . And dead ? Fer . And dead ! Guis . Set down ...
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... dead , And this must be his blood ! Pro . Remove her , friend ; Take and remove her hence . I lack the strength ... dead ? Ay , dead Indeed , when I do call on thee , and thou Return'st no answer ! My Fernando ! dead ! Ah ! it is well ...
... dead , And this must be his blood ! Pro . Remove her , friend ; Take and remove her hence . I lack the strength ... dead ? Ay , dead Indeed , when I do call on thee , and thou Return'st no answer ! My Fernando ! dead ! Ah ! it is well ...
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... dead ! " Her tears fell with the dews at even ; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried ; She could not look on the sweet heaven , Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark did trance the sky , She ...
... dead ! " Her tears fell with the dews at even ; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried ; She could not look on the sweet heaven , Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark did trance the sky , She ...
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