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R2/ 2.3.[xxx]

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HENRY IV

I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure
I count myself in nothing else so happy
As in a soul remembering my good friends;
And, as my fortune ripens with thy love,
It shall be still thy true love’s recompense:
My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it.

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One Response to “R2/ 2.3.[xxx]”

  1. ‘NOTHING’ in Shakespeare « Nothing Says:
    May 15, 2009 at 9:14 pm | Reply

    [...] (2.2.73-85); “in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good friends” (2.3.xxx); “discomfort guides my tongue and bids me speak of nothing but despair” (3.2.64-74); [...]

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