Speeches (Lines) for Cleopatra
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If it be love indeed, tell me how much. |
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I'll set a bourn how far to be beloved. |
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Nay, hear them, Antony:
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Perchance! nay, and most like:
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Excellent falsehood!
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Hear the ambassadors. |
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Saw you my lord? |
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Was he not here? |
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He was disposed to mirth; but on the sudden
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Seek him, and bring him hither.
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We will not look upon him: go with us. |
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Where is he? |
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See where he is, who's with him, what he does:
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What should I do, I do not? |
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Thou teachest like a fool; the way to lose him. |
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I am sick and sullen. |
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Help me away, dear Charmian; I shall fall:
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Pray you, stand further from me. |
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I know, by that same eye, there's some good news.
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O, never was there queen
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Why should I think you can be mine and true,
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Nay, pray you, seek no colour for your going,
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I would I had thy inches; thou shouldst know
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Though age from folly could not give me freedom,
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O most false love!
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Cut my lace, Charmian, come;
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So Fulvia told me.
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You can do better yet; but this is meetly. |
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And target. Still he mends;
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Courteous lord, one word.
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'Tis sweating labour
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Charmian! |
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Ha, ha!
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That I might sleep out this great gap of time
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O, 'tis treason! |
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Thou, eunuch Mardian! |
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Not now to hear thee sing; I take no pleasure
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Indeed! |
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O Charmian,
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How much unlike art thou Mark Antony!
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Mine ear must pluck it thence. |
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What, was he sad or merry? |
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O well-divided disposition! Note him,
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Who's born that day
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Be choked with such another emphasis!
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By Isis, I will give thee bloody teeth,
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My salad days,
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Give me some music; music, moody food
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Let it alone; let's to billiards: come, Charmian. |
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As well a woman with an eunuch play'd
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And when good will is show'd, though't come
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That time,—O times!—
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Antonius dead!—If thou say so, villain,
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Why, there's more gold.
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Well, go to, I will;
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I have a mind to strike thee ere thou speak'st:
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Well said. |
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Thou'rt an honest man. |
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Make thee a fortune from me. |
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I do not like 'But yet,' it does allay
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For what good turn? |
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I am pale, Charmian. |
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The most infectious pestilence upon thee! |
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What say you? Hence,
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Say 'tis not so, a province I will give thee,
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Rogue, thou hast lived too long. |
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Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.
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I will not hurt him.
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Is he married?
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The gods confound thee! dost thou hold there still? |
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O, I would thou didst,
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He is married? |
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O, that his fault should make a knave of thee,
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In praising Antony, I have dispraised Caesar. |
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I am paid for't now.
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Where is the fellow? |
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Go to, go to.
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That Herod's head
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Didst thou behold Octavia? |
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Where? |
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Is she as tall as me? |
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Didst hear her speak? is she shrill-tongued or low? |
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That's not so good: he cannot like her long. |
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I think so, Charmian: dull of tongue, and dwarfish!
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Is this certain? |
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He's very knowing;
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Guess at her years, I prithee. |
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Widow! Charmian, hark. |
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Bear'st thou her face in mind? is't long or round? |
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For the most part, too, they are foolish that are so.
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There's gold for thee.
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Indeed, he is so: I repent me much
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The man hath seen some majesty, and should know. |
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I have one thing more to ask him yet, good Charmian:
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I will be even with thee, doubt it not. |
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Thou hast forspoke my being in these wars,
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If not denounced against us, why should not we
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What is't you say? |
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Sink Rome, and their tongues rot
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Celerity is never more admired
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By sea! what else? |
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I have sixty sails, Caesar none better. |
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Let me sit down. O Juno! |
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Ah, stand by. |
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Well then, sustain him: O! |
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O my lord, my lord,
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O, my pardon! |
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Pardon, pardon! |
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What shall we do, Enobarbus? |
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110 |
Is Antony or we in fault for this? |
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Prithee, peace. |
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That head, my lord? |
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What, no more ceremony? See, my women!
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Caesar's will? |
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None but friends: say boldly. |
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Go on: right royal. |
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O! |
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He is a god, and knows
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What's your name? |
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Most kind messenger,
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Your Caesar's father oft,
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Good my lord,— |
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O, is't come to this? |
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Wherefore is this? |
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Have you done yet? |
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I must stay his time. |
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Not know me yet? |
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Ah, dear, if I be so,
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That's my brave lord! |
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It is my birth-day:
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Call all his noble captains to my lord. |
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[Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] What means this? |
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[Aside to DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS] What does he mean? |
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Sleep a little. |
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Nay, I'll help too.
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Sooth, la, I'll help: thus it must be. |
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Is not this buckled well? |
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Lead me.
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Lord of lords!
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I'll give thee, friend,
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Why is my lord enraged against his love? |
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Help me, my women! O, he is more mad
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To the monument!
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O Charmian, I will never go from hence. |
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No, I will not:
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O sun,
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So it should be, that none but Antony
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I dare not, dear,—
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Here's sport indeed! How heavy weighs my lord!
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No, let me speak; and let me rail so high,
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They do not go together. |
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My resolution and my hands I'll trust;
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153 |
Noblest of men, woo't die?
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No more, but e'en a woman, and commanded
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My desolation does begin to make
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What's thy name? |
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Antony
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Pray you, tell him
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Quick, quick, good hands. |
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What, of death too,
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Where art thou, death?
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Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir;
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Say, I would die. |
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I cannot tell. |
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No matter, sir, what I have heard or known.
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I dream'd there was an Emperor Antony:
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His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck
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His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm
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Think you there was, or might be, such a man
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You lie, up to the hearing of the gods.
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I thank you, sir,
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Nay, pray you, sir,— |
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He'll lead me, then, in triumph? |
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Sir, the gods
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Sole sir o' the world,
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And may, through all the world: 'tis yours; and we,
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This is the brief of money, plate, and jewels,
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This is my treasurer: let him speak, my lord,
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What have I kept back? |
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See, Caesar! O, behold,
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O Caesar, what a wounding shame is this,
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Be it known, that we, the greatest, are misthought
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My master, and my lord! |
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He words me, girls, he words me, that I should not
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Hie thee again:
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Dolabella! |
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Dolabella,
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Farewell, and thanks.
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Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras: saucy lictors
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Nay, that's certain. |
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Why, that's the way
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Let him come in.
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Avoid, and leave him.
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Rememberest thou any that have died on't? |
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Get thee hence; farewell. |
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Farewell. |
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Ay, ay; farewell. |
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Take thou no care; it shall be heeded. |
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Will it eat me? |
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Well, get thee gone; farewell. |
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Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have
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This proves me base:
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Peace, peace!
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As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle,—
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