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...volume: Thou tremblest, and the whiteness of thy cheek Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. E'en such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was...

...? Thou tremblest ; and the whiteness in thy cheek [s apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. Eren such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him, half hii Troy was...

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...on his ugliest mask, To fright our party. North. How doth my son, and brother ? Thou tremblest ; and the whiteness in thy cheek Is apter than thy tongue...so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone8, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, A nd would have told him, half his Troy...

...on his ugliest mask, To fright our party. North. How doth my son, and brother ? Thou tremblest ; and the whiteness in thy cheek Is apter than thy tongue...so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him, half his Troy was...

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