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# Searchlights on Health/How to Keep the Bloom and Grace of Youth

HOW TO KEEP THE BLOOM AND GRACE OF YOUTH.
THE SECRET OF ITS PRESERVATION.
1. The question most often asked by women is regarding the art of retaining, with advancing years, the bloom and grace of youth. This secret is not learned through the analysis of chemical compounds, but by a thorough study of nature's laws peculiar to their sex. It is useless for women with wrinkled faces, dimmed eyes and blemished skins to seek for external applications of beautifying balms and lotions to bring the glow of life and health into the face, and yet there are truths, simple yet wonderful, whereby the bloom of early life can be restored and retained, as should be the heritage of all God's children, sending the light of beauty into every woman's face. The secret:
2. Do not bathe in hard water; soften it with a few drops of ammonia, or a little borax.
3. Do not bathe the face while it is very warm, and never use very cold water.
4. Do not attempt to remove dust with cold water; give your face a hot bath, using plenty of good soap, then give it a thorough rinsing with warm water.
5. Do not rub your face with a coarse towel.
6. Do not believe you can remove wrinkles by filling in the crevices with powder. Give your face a Russian bath every night; that is, bathe it with water so hot that you wonder how you can bear it, and then, a minute after, with moderately cold water, that will make your face glow with warmth; dry it with a soft towel.
# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/Song of Summer

​SONG OF SUMMER
Summer-time, season supreme! Splendid is colour then. Blackbirds sing a full lay If there be a slender shaft of day.
The dust-coloured cuckoo calls aloud: Welcome, splendid summer! The bitterness of bad weather is past, The boughs of the wood are a thicket.
Panic startles the heart of the deer, The smooth sea runs apace— Season when ocean sinks asleep, Blossom covers the world.
Bees with puny strength carry A goodly burden, the harvest of blossoms; Up the mountain-side kine take with them mud, The ant makes a rich meal.
The harp of the forest sounds music, The sail gathers—perfect peace; Colour has settled on every height, Haze on the lake of full waters.
The corncrake, a strenuous bard, discourses, The lofty cold waterfall sings A welcome to the warm pool— The talk of the rushes has come.
Light swallows dart aloft, Loud melody encircles the hill, The soft rich mast buds, The stuttering quagmire prattles.
The peat-bog is as the raven's coat, The loud cuckoo bids welcome, The speckled fish leaps— Strong is the bound of the swift warrior.
Man flourishes, the maiden buds In her fair strong pride. Perfect each forest from top to ground, Perfect each great stately plain.
Delightful is the season's splendour, Rough winter has gone: Every fruitful wood shines white, A joyous peace is summer.
A flock of birds settles In the midst of meadows, The green field rustles, Wherein is a brawling white stream.
A wild longing is on you to race horses, The ranked host is ranged around: A bright shaft has been shot into the land, So that the water-flag is gold beneath it.
A timorous, tiny, persistent little fellow Sings at the top of his voice, The lark sings clear tidings: Surpassing summer-time of delicate hues!
# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/Song of the Sea

​SONG OF THE SEA
A great tempest rages on the Plain of Ler, bold across its high borders Wind has arisen, fierce winter has slain us; it has come across the sea, It has pierced us like a spear.
When the wind sets from the east, the spirit of the wave is roused, It desires to rush past us westward to the land where sets the sun, To the wild and broad green sea.
When the wind sets from the north, it urges the dark fierce waves Towards the southern world, surging in strife against the wide sky, Listening to the witching song.
When the wind sets from the west across the salt sea of swift currents, It desires to go past us eastward towards the Sun-Tree, Into the broad long-distant sea.
When the wind sets from the south across the land of Saxons of mighty shields, The wave strikes the Isle of Scit, it surges up to the summit of Caladnet, And pounds the grey-green mouth of the Shannon.
The ocean is in flood, the sea is full, delightful is the home of ships, The wind whirls the sand around the estuary, Swiftly the rudder cleaves the broad sea.
With mighty force the wave has tumbled across each broad river-mouth, Wind has come, white winter has slain us, around Cantire, around the land of Alba, Slieve-Dremon pours forth a full stream.
Son of the God the Father, with mighty hosts, save me from the horror of fierce tempests! Righteous Lord of the Feast, only save me from the horrid blast, From Hell with furious tempest!
# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/Summer Has Come

​SUMMER HAS COME
Summer has come, healthy and free, Whence the brown wood is aslope; The slender nimble deer leap, And the path of seals is smooth.
The cuckoo sings sweet music, Whence there is smooth restful sleep; Gentle birds leap upon the hill, And swift grey stags.
Heat has laid hold of the rest of the deer— The lovely cry of curly packs! The white extent of the strand smiles, There the swift sea is.
A sound of playful breezes in the tops Of a black oakwood is Drum Daill, The noble hornless herd runs, To whom Cuan-wood is a shelter.
Green bursts out on every herb, The top of the green oakwood is bushy, Summer has come, winter has gone, Twisted hollies wound the hound.
The blackbird sings a loud strain, To him the live wood is a heritage, The sad angry sea is fallen asleep, The speckled salmon leaps.
The sun smiles over every land,— A parting for me from the brood of cares: Hounds bark, stags tryst, Ravens flourish, summer has come!
# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/Patrick's Blessing on Munster

​PATRICK'S BLESSING ON MUNSTER
God's blessing upon Munster, Men, women, children! A blessing on the land Which gives them fruit!
A blessing on every wealth Which is brought forth on their marches! No one to be in want of help: God's blessing upon Munster!
A blessing on their peaks, On their bare flagstones, A blessing on their glens, A blessing on their ridges!
Like sand of sea under ships Be the number of their hearths: On slopes, on plains, On mountain-sides, on peaks.
# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/The Deer's Cry

​THE DEER'S CRY
Patrick sang this hymn when the ambuscades were laid against him by King Loeguire (Leary) that he might not go to Tara to sow the faith. Then it seemed to those lying in ambush that he and his monks were wild deer with a fawn, even Benen, following them. And its name is 'Deer's Cry.'
I arise to-day Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity, Through belief in the threeness, Through confession of the oneness Of the Creator of Creation.
I arise to-day Through the strength of Christ's birth with His baptism, Through the strength of His crucifixion with His burial, Through the strength of His resurrection with His ascension, Through the strength of His descent for the judgment of Doom.
I arise to-day Through the strength of the love of Cherubim, In obedience of angels, In the service of archangels, In hope of resurrection to meet with reward, In prayers of patriarchs, In predictions of prophets, In preachings of apostles, In faiths of confessors, In innocence of holy virgins, In deeds of righteous men.
I arise to-day Through the strength of heaven: Light of sun,
Radiance of moon, Splendour of fire, Speed of lightning, Swiftness of wind, Depth of sea, Stability of earth, Firmness of rock.
I arise to day Through God's strength to pilot me: God's might to uphold me, God's wisdom to guide me, God's eye to look before me, God's ear to hear me, God's word to speak for me, God's hand to guard me, God's way to lie before me, God's shield to protect me, God's host to save me From snares of devils, From temptations of vices, From every one who shall wish me ill, Afar and anear, Alone and in a multitude.
I summon to-day all these powers between me and those evils, Against every cruel merciless power that may oppose my body and soul, Against incantations of false prophets, Against black laws of pagandom, Against false laws of heretics, Against craft of idolatry, Against spells of women and smiths and wizards, Against every knowledge that corrupts man's body and soul.
Christ to shield me to-day Against poison, against burning,
Against drowning, against wounding, So that there may come to me abundance of reward. Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me, Christ on my right, Christ on my left, Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit down, Christ when I arise, Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me, Christ in the mouth of every one who speaks of me, Christ in every eye that sees me, Christ in every ear that hears me.
I arise to-day Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity, Through belief in the threeness, Through confession of the oneness Of the Creator of Creation.
# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/The Blackbird

​THE BLACKBIRD
Ah, blackbird, thou art satisfied Where thy nest is in the bush: Hermit that clinkest no bell, Sweet, soft, peaceful is thy note.
# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/The Church Bell in the Night

​THE CHURCH BELL IN THE NIGHT
Sweet little bell That is struck in the windy night, I liefer go to a tryst with thee Than to a tryst with a foolish woman.
# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/The Crucifixion

​THE CRUCIFIXION
At the cry of the first bird They began to crucify Thee, O cheek like a swan! It were not right ever to cease lamenting— It was like the parting of day from night.
Ah! though sore the suffering Put upon the body of Mary's Son— Sorer to Him was the grief That was upon her for His sake.
# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/On the Flightiness of Thought

​ON THE FLIGHTINESS OF THOUGHT
Shame to my thoughts, how they stray from me! I fear great danger from it on the day of eternal Doom.
During the psalms they wander on a path that is not right: They fash, they fret, they misbehave before the eyes of great God.
Through eager crowds, through companies of wanton women, Through woods, through cities—swifter they are than the wind.
Now through paths of loveliness, anon of riotous shame!
Without a ferry or ever missing a step they go across every sea: Swiftly they leap in one bound from earth to heaven.
They run a race of folly anear and afar: After a course of giddiness they return to their home.
Though one should try to bind them or put shackles on their feet, They are neither constant nor mindful to take a spell of rest.
Neither sword-edge nor crack of whip will keep them down strongly: As slippery as an eel's tail they glide out of my grasp.
Neither lock nor firm-vaulted dungeon nor any fetter on earth, Stronghold nor sea nor bleak fastness restrains them from their course.
O beloved truly chaste Christ to whom every eye is clear, May the grace of the seven-fold Spirit come to keep them, to check them!
Rule this heart of mine, O dread God of the elements, That Thou mayst be my love, that I may do Thy will.
That I may reach Christ with His chosen companions, that we may be together! They are neither fickle nor inconstant—not as I am.
# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/Summer Is Gone

​SUMMER IS GONE
My tidings for you: the stag bells, Winter snows, summer is gone.
Wind high and cold, low the sun, Short his course, sea running high.
Deep-red the bracken, its shape all gone— The wild-goose has raised his wonted cry.
Cold has caught the wings of birds; Season of ice—these are my tidings.
# Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tragedy of Macbeth/Act 1 Scene 2

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# Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tragedy of Macbeth/Act 1 Scene 1

THE TRAGEDIE OF MACBETH.
Actus Primus. Scæna Prima.
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# Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tragedy of King Lear/Act 5 Scene 2

Scena Secunda.
Alarum within. Enter with Drumme and Colours, Lear, Cordelia, and Souldiers, ouer the Stage, and Exeunt.
Enter Edgar, and Gloster.
Edg. Heere Father, take the shadow of this Tree For your good hoast: pray that the right may thriue: If euer I returne to you againe, Ile bring you comfort.
Glo. Grace go with you Sir.Exit.
Alarum and Retreat within.
Enter Edgar.
Edgar. Away old man, giue me thy hand, away: King Lear hath lost, he and his Daughter tane, Giue me thy hand: Come on.
Glo. No further Sir, a man may rot euen heere.
Edg. What in ill thoughts againe? Men must endure Their going hence, euen as their comming hither, Ripenesse is all come on.
Glo. And that's true too.Exeunt.
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# Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tragedy of Macbeth

Act I.
* Act I: Scene I
* Act I: Scene II
* Act I: Scene III
* Act I: Scene IV
* Act I: Scene V
* Act I: Scene VI
* Act I: Scene VII
Act II.
* Act II: Scene I
* Act II: Scene II
* Act II: Scene III
* Act II: Scene IV
Act III.
* Act III: Scene I
* Act III: Scene II
* Act III: Scene III
* Act III: Scene IV
* Act III: Scene V
* Act III: Scene VI
Act IV.
* Act IV: Scene I
* Act IV: Scene II
* Act IV: Scene III
Act V.
* Act V: Scene I
* Act V: Scene II
* Act V: Scene III
* Act V: Scene IV
* Act V: Scene V
* Act V: Scene VI
* Act V: Scene VII
# Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tragedy of Macbeth/Act 1 Scene 3

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Scena Quarta.
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# Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tragedy of King Lear/Act 5 Scene 1

Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.
Enter with Drumme and Colours, Edmund, Regan, Gentlemen, and Souldiers.
Bast. Know of the Duke if his last purpose hold, Or whether since he is aduis'd by ought To change the course, he's full of alteration, And selfereprouing, bring his constant pleasure.
Reg. Our Sisters man is certainely miscarried.
Bast. 'Tis to be doubted Madam.
Reg. Now sweet Lord,
You know the goodnesse I intend vpon you: Tell me but truly, but then speake the truth, Do you not loue my Sister?
Bast. In honour'd Loue.
Reg. But haue you neuer found my Brothers way, To the fore‐fended place?
Bast. No by mine honour, Madam.
Reg. I neuer shall endure her, deere my Lord Be not familiar with her.
Bast. Feare not, she and the Duke her husband.
Enter with Drum and Colours, Albany, Gonerill, Soldiers.
Alb. Our very louing Sister, well be‐met: Sir, this I heard, the King is come to his Daughter With others, whom the rigour of our State Forc'd to cry out.
Regan. Why is this reasond?
Gone. Combine together 'gainst the Enemie: For these domesticke and particular broiles, Are not the question here.
Alb. Let's then determine with th'ancient of warre On our proceeding.
Reg. Sister you'le go with vs?
Gon. No.
Reg. 'Tis most conuenient, pray go with vs.
Gon. Oh ho, I know the Riddle, I will goe. Exeunt both the Armies.
Enter Edgar.
Edg. If ere your Grace had speech with man so poore, Heare me one word.
Alb. Ile ouertake you, speake.
Edg. Before you fight the Battaile, ope this Letter: If you haue victory, let the Trumpet sound For him that brought it: wretched though I seeme, I can produce a Champion, that will proue What is auouched there. If you miscarry, Your businesse of the world hath so an end, And machination ceases. Fortune loues you.
Alb. Stay till I haue read the Letter.
Edg. I was forbid it: When time shall serue, let but the Herald cry, And Ile appeare againe.Exit.
Alb. Why farethee well, I will o're‐looke thy paper.
Enter Edmund.
Bast. The Enemy's in view, draw vp your powers, Heere is the guesse of their true strength and Forces, By dilligent discouerie, but your hast Is now vrg'd on you.
Alb. We will greet the time.Exit.
Bast. To both these Sisters haue I sworne my loue: Each iealous of the other, as the stung Are of the Adder. Which of them shall I take? Both? One? Or neither? Neither can be enioy'd If both remaine aliue: To take the Widdow, Exasperates, makes mad her Sister Gonerill, And hardly shall I carry out my side,
Her husband being aliue. Now then, wee'l vse His countenance for the Battaile, which being done, Let her who would be rid of him, deuise His speedy taking off. As for the mercie Which he intends to Lear and to Cordelia, The Battaile done, and they within our power, Shall neuer see his pardon: for my state, Stands on me to defend, not to debate.Exit.
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# Royal Naval Biography/Landless, William

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WILLIAM LANDLESS, Esq. [Commander.]
Commission as commander dated Aug. 15th, 1803. He died in the year 1826.
# Royal Naval Biography/Langford, George

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GEORGE LANGFORD, Esq. [Post-Captain of 1808.]
On the 2d Mar. 1808, Captain Langford, then commanding the Sappho brig, of 18 guns and 120 men, on the North Sea station, captured the Admiral Yawl, a Danish brig of 28 guns and 83 men, victualled and stored for five months. This vessel was of a very unusual construction, her guns being mounted on two decks, viz., 12 eighteen-pounder carronades on one, and 16 long sixes on the other. She maintained a clone action for half an hour, during which her second officer and 1 seaman were killed. The Sappho had only 2 men wounded, one; of whom was the pilot. Captain Langford was promoted to post rank immediately his official letter reached the Admiralty. His commission bears date Mar. 5, 1808.
# Royal Naval Biography/Lapidge, Frederick William

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FREDERICK WILLIAM LAPIDGE, Esq. [Commander.]
We first find this officer serving as mate on board the Imperieuse frigate, Captain the Hon. Henry Duncan, by whom he was ordered to act as master of that ship, Dec. ​27th, 1811; as lieutenant of the same, April 24th, 1813; and as lieutenant of the Swallow sloop, Sept. 9th, 1813. He obtained his first commission on the 9th April, 1814; and subsequently served in the Tay and Raleigh sloops. We next find him appointed, June 27th, 1822, to the Superb 78, Captain Adam M‘Kenzie, stationed as a guard-ship at Plymouth. He commanded the Leveret brig, employed on various services, from Dec. 1831 until advanced to his present rank, Oct. 2d, 1833; and is now commander of the Ringdove sloop, on the Plymouth station.
This officer married, in 1817, a sister of Captain William Elliot, R.N., C.B.
# Royal Naval Biography/Langford, Thomas Netherton

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THOMAS NETHERTON LANGFORD, Esq. [Commander.]
Was made a lieutenant in Nov. 1826, and commander on the 19th Sept. 1829.
# Royal Naval Biography/Lambert, George Robert

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GEORGE ROBERT LAMBERT, Esq. [Post-Captain of 1825.]
Completed his time as midshipman on board the Glasgow 50, Captain the Hon. Henry Duncan; and obtained the rank of lieutenant, May 5th, 1815. His subsequent appointments were, Aug. 12th, 1815, to the Ister frigate, Captain Thomas Forrest; and, Jan. 1st, 1820, to be flag-lieutenant to his eldest brother, the present Vice-Admiral Lambert, in the Vigo, 74, stationed at St. Helena. He was made a commander, Jan. 19th, 1822; appointed to the Cameleon sloop, Feb. 23d, 1824; and advanced to the rank of captain, Aug. 8th, 1825.
Agents.– Messrs. Chard.
# Royal Naval Biography/Lambert, John

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JOHN LAMBERT, Esq. [Commander.]
Was made a lieutenant in Feb. 1796, and had the misfortune to be wrecked in the Shannon frigate. Captain Edward Leveson Gower, under the batteries of Cape La Hague, Dec. 10th, 1803. In consequence of this disaster, he was upwards of ten years a prisoner at Verdun. His commission as commander bears date June 15th, 1814. This officer married, 1st, in Aug. 1809, Miss Leigh, daughter of a fellow captive; and, 2dly, May 29th, 1822, Catharine, daughter of the late Rev. Thomas Cobb, of Ightham, co. Kent.
# Royal Naval Biography/Lamborn, John

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JOHN LAMBORN, Esq. [Post-Captain of 1810.]
Obtained a Lieutenant’s commission in April, 1874; served as first of the Caesar 80, bearing the flag off Sir James Saumarez, at the battle off Algeziras, July 6, 1801; and was promoted to the command of the Peterel sloop, April 29, 1802. In Mar. 1804, Captain Lamborn sailed for Barbadoes and Jamaica, in company with the West India trade; and on the 23rd. Jan. 1805, we find him destroying a French privateer of 1 gun and 27 men. In May following, he captured a Spanish privateer, mounting 1 long 18-pounder and 4 sixes, with a complement of 106 men, off St. Jago de Cuba. The Peterel was subsequently attacked, when proceeding from Jamaica to Charlestown, by a schooner full of men, who attempted to board her, but were repulsed with great loss. In the skirmish that took place on this occasion, the British had 2 killed and 4 wounded.
Captain Lamborn’s next appointment was to the Trinculo brig, in which vessel he continued until advanced to post rank, Oct. 21, 1810.
Agent.– J. Woodhead, Esq.
# Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Winters Tale/Act 3 Scene 3

Scæna Tertia.
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# Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Winters Tale/Act 2 Scene 2

Scena Secunda.
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# Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Winters Tale/Act 1 Scene 1

The Winters Tale.
Actus Primus. Scœna Prima.
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# Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Winters Tale/Act 3 Scene 1

Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
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# Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Winters Tale/Act 3 Scene 2

Scœna Secunda.
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# Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Two Gentlemen of Verona/Dramatis Personae

The names of all the Actors.
Duke: Father to Siluia. :
| Valentine. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | the two Gentlemen. |
| Protheus. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | the two Gentlemen. |
| Anthonio: father to Protheus. |||
| Thurio: a foolish riuall to Valentine. |||
| Eglamoure: Agent for Siluia in her escape. |||
| Host: where Iulia lodges. |||
| Outlawes with Valentine. |||
| Speed. a clownish seruant to Valentine. |||
| Launce: the like to Protheus. |||
| Panthion: seruant to Antonio. |||
| Iulia: beloued of Protheus. |||
| Siluia: beloued of Valentine. |||
| Lucetta: waighting-woman to Iulia. |||
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# Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Winters Tale

The Winter's Tale is a play by William Shakespeare, first published in the First Folio in 1623. Although it was listed as a comedy when it first appeared, some modern editors have relabeled the play a romance. Some critics, among them W. W. Lawrence (Lawrence, 9-13), consider it to be one of Shakespeare's "problem plays", because the first three acts are filled with intense psychological drama, while the last two acts are comedic and supply a happy ending.Warning: template has been deprecated.
* Act I: Scene I.
* Act I: Scene II.
* Act II: Scene I.
* Act II: Scene II.
* Act II: Scene III.
* Act III: Scene I.
* Act III: Scene II.
* Act III: Scene III.
* Act IV: Scene I.
* Act IV: Scene II.
* Act IV: Scene III.
* Act IV: Scene IV.
* Act V: Scene I.
* Act V: Scene II.
* Act V: Scene III.
* Dramatis Personæ
# Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Winters Tale/Act 2 Scene 3

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# Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Winters Tale/Act 1 Scene 2

Scœna Secunda.
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# Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Winters Tale/Act 2 Scene 1

Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.
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