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Fer. Here's my hand.
Mir. And mine, with my heart in't.

      — The Tempest, Act III Scene 1

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KEYWORD: convertite

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King John
[V, 1]

Cardinal Pandulph

2210

It was my breath that blew this tempest up,
Upon your stubborn usage of the pope;
But since you are a gentle convertite,
My tongue shall hush again this storm of war
And make fair weather in your blustering land.
On this Ascension-day, remember well,
Upon your oath of service to the pope,
Go I to make the French lay down their arms.

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Rape of Lucrece

Shakespeare

794

He thence departs a heavy convertite;
She there remains a hopeless castaway;
He in his speed looks for the morning light;
She prays she never may behold the day,
'For day,' quoth she, 'nights scapes doth open lay,
And my true eyes have never practised how
To cloak offences with a cunning brow.

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