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Some jay of Italy,
Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him:
Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion.
— Cymbeline, Act III Scene 4
KEYWORD: thank
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Quoth my master:
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Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season,
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Thank me, sir, for what? |
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Even just the sum that I do owe to you
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Within this hour I was his bondman sir,
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