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Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination.
— King Lear, Act IV Scene 6
KEYWORD: mouldy
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Charge me! I scorn you, scurvy companion. What! you poor,
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Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By
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Captain! Thou abominable damn'd cheater, art thou not
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Enter SHALLOW and SILENCE, meeting; MOULDY, SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, BULLCALF, and servants behind |
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Where's the roll? Where's the roll? Where's the roll?
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Is thy name Mouldy? |
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Ha, ha, ha! most excellent, i' faith! Things that are
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Go to; peace, Mouldy; you shall go. Mouldy, it is
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Mouldy and Bullcalf: for you, Mouldy, stay at home
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