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My fate cries out,
And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
— Hamlet, Act I Scene 4
KEYWORD: wars
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The wars have so kept you under that you must needs
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O, 'tis brave wars! |
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Most admirable: I have seen those wars. |
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4 |
O my Parolles, they have married me!
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France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits
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Ay, that would be known. To the wars, my boy, to the wars!
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Go with me to my chamber, and advise me.
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In the mean time, what hear you of these wars? |
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Well, that's set down.
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