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I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.

      — Macbeth, Act I Scene 7

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KEYWORD: pretty

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1

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Pandarus

302

They laughed not so much at the hair as at his pretty answer.

2

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 2]

Troilus

1717

What should they grant? what makes this pretty
abruption? What too curious dreg espies my sweet
lady in the fountain of our love?

3

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 2]

Pandarus

1785

Pretty, i' faith.

4

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 2]

Pandarus

1858

Amen. Whereupon I will show you a chamber with a
bed; which bed, because it shall not speak of your
pretty encounters, press it to death: away!
And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here
Bed, chamber, Pandar to provide this gear!

5

Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 2]

Troilus

2289

Trouble him not;
To bed, to bed: sleep kill those pretty eyes,
And give as soft attachment to thy senses
As infants' empty of all thought!

6

Troilus and Cressida
[V, 2]

Cressida

3141

O, all you gods! O pretty, pretty pledge!
Thy master now lies thinking in his bed
Of thee and me, and sighs, and takes my glove,
And gives memorial dainty kisses to it,
As I kiss thee. Nay, do not snatch it from me;
He that takes that doth take my heart withal.

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