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Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up
Thine own life's means!
— Macbeth, Act II Scene 4
KEYWORD: news
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Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave.
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Lend me the letter; let me see what news. |
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There is no news, my lord, but that he writes
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Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset.
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Beshrew me, sir, but if he make this good,
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My ears are stopt and cannot hear good news,
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No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me.
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That thou art banished—O, that's the news!—
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How now, Signior Launce! what news with your
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Well, your old vice still; mistake the word. What
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The blackest news that ever thou heardest. |