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And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
— King Henry IV. Part I, Act I Scene 3
KEYWORD: fault
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That he will not. 'Tis your fault, 'tis your fault;
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Go; and we'll have a posset for't soon at night, in
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Ay, for fault of a better. |
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'Tis my fault, Master Page: I suffer for it. |
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Alas the day! good heart, that was not her fault:
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The Windsor bell hath struck twelve; the minute
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