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A foutre for the world and worldlings base!
I speak of Africa and golden joys.

      — King Henry IV. Part II, Act V Scene 3

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KEYWORD: estate

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1

Cymbeline
[I, 4]

Iachimo

423

I dare thereupon pawn the moiety of my estate to
your ring; which, in my opinion, o'ervalues it
something: but I make my wager rather against your
confidence than her reputation: and, to bar your
offence herein too, I durst attempt it against any
lady in the world.

2

Cymbeline
[I, 4]

Iachimo

438

Would I had put my estate and my neighbour's on the
approbation of what I have spoke!

3

Cymbeline
[V, 5]

Cymbeline

3441

Mine eyes
Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;
Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart,
That thought her like her seeming; it had
been vicious
To have mistrusted her: yet, O my daughter!
That it was folly in me, thou mayst say,
And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all!
[Enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, the Soothsayer, and other]
Roman Prisoners, guarded; POSTHUMUS LEONATUS
behind, and IMOGEN]
Thou comest not, Caius, now for tribute that
The Britons have razed out, though with the loss
Of many a bold one; whose kinsmen have made suit
That their good souls may be appeased with slaughter
Of you their captives, which ourself have granted:
So think of your estate.

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