Speeches (Lines) for Falstaff
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Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to my water? |
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Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The
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Let him be damn'd, like the Glutton; pray God his
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I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a horse in
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Wait close; I will not see him. |
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Boy, tell him I am deaf. |
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What! a young knave, and begging! Is there not wars?
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Why, sir, did I say you were an honest man? Setting
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I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay aside that
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My good lord! God give your lordship good time of
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An't please your lordship, I hear his Majesty is
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And I hear, moreover, his Highness is fall'n into
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This apoplexy, as I take it, is a kind of lethargy,
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It hath it original from much grief, from study, and
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Very well, my lord, very well. Rather an't please
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I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient.
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As I was then advis'd by my learned counsel in the
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He that buckles himself in my belt cannot live in |
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I would it were otherwise; I would my means were
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The young Prince hath misled me. I am the fellow with
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My lord— |
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To wake a wolf is as bad as smell a fox. |
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A wassail candle, my lord—all tallow; if I did say
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His effect of gravy, gravy, |
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Not so, my lord. Your ill angel is light; but hope
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My lord, I was born about three of the clock in the
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God send the companion a better prince! I cannot rid
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Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it. But look
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Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound to
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If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. A man can
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What money is in my purse? |
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I can get no remedy against this consumption of the
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How now! whose mare's dead? What's the matter? |
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Away, varlets! Draw, Bardolph. Cut me off the
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Keep them off, Bardolph. |
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I think I am as like to ride the mare, if I have any
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What is the gross sum that I owe thee? |
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My lord, this is a poor mad soul, and she says up and
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My lord, I will not undergo this sneap without reply.
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Come hither, hostess. |
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As I am a gentleman! |
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As I am a gentleman! Come, no more words of it. |
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Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking; and for thy
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Let it alone; I'll make other shift. You'll be a fool
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Will I live? [To BARDOLPH] Go, with her, with her;
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No more words; let's have her. |
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What's the news, my lord? |
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I hope, my lord, all's well. What is the news, my |
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Comes the King back from Wales, my noble lord? |
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My lord! |
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Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me to dinner? |
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Will you sup with me, Master Gower? |
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Master Gower, if they become me not, he was a fool
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[Singing] 'When Arthur first in court'—Empty the
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So is all her sect; and they be once in a calm, they
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You make fat rascals, Mistress Doll. |
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If the cook help to make the gluttony, you help to
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'Your brooches, pearls, and ouches.' For to serve
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Dost thou hear, hostess? |
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Dost thou hear? It is mine ancient. |
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He's no swagg'rer, hostess; a tame cheater, i' faith;
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Welcome, Ancient Pistol. Here, Pistol, I charge you
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She is pistol-proof, sir; you shall not hardly offend
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No more, Pistol; I would not have you go off here.
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Hark thee hither, Mistress Doll. |
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Pistol, I would be quiet. |
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Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shove-groat
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Give me my rapier, boy. |
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Get you down stairs. |
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Have you turn'd him out a doors? |
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A rascal! to brave me! |
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A rascally slave! I will toss the rogue in a blanket. |
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Let them play. Play, sirs. Sit on my knee, Don. A
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Peace, good Doll! Do not speak like a death's-head;
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A good shallow young fellow. 'A would have made a
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He a good wit! hang him, baboon! His wit's as thick
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Because their legs are both of a bigness, and 'a
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Kiss me, Doll. |
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Thou dost give me flattering busses. |
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I am old, I am old. |
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What stuff wilt have a kirtle of? I shall receive
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Some sack, Francis. |
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Ha! a bastard son of the King's? And art thou not
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A better than thou. I am a gentleman: thou art a |
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Thou whoreson mad compound of majesty, by this light
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Didst thou hear me? |
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No, no, no; not so; I did not think thou wast within
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No abuse, Hal, o' mine honour; no abuse. |
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No abuse, Hal. |
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No abuse, Ned, i' th' world; honest Ned, none. I
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The fiend hath prick'd down Bardolph irrecoverable;
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For one of them—she's in hell already, and burns
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No, I think thou art not; I think thou art quit for
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His Grace says that which his flesh rebels against. |
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Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and we
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[To the PAGE]. Pay the musicians, sirrah.—Farewell,
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Farewell, farewell. |
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I am glad to see you well, good Master Robert
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Good Master Silence, it well befits you should be of
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Fie! this is hot weather. Gentlemen, have you
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Let me see them, I beseech you. |
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Is thy name Mouldy? |
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'Tis the more time thou wert us'd. |
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Prick him. |
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Go to; peace, Mouldy; you shall go. Mouldy, it is
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Yea, marry, let me have him to sit under. He's like
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Shadow, whose son art thou? |
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Thy mother's son! Like enough; and thy father's
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Shadow will serve for summer. Prick him; for we have
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Where's he? |
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Is thy name Wart? |
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Thou art a very ragged wart. |
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It were superfluous; for his apparel is built upon
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What trade art thou, Feeble? |
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You may; but if he had been a man's tailor, he'd ha'
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Well said, good woman's tailor! well said, courageous
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I would thou wert a man's tailor, that thou mightst
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I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble. Who is next? |
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Yea, marry, let's see Bullcalf. |
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Fore God, a likely fellow! Come, prick me Bullcalf
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What, dost thou roar before thou art prick'd? |
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What disease hast thou? |
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Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown. We will
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Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot tarry
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No more of that, Master Shallow, no more of that. |
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She lives, Master Shallow. |
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Never, never; she would always say she could not
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Old, old, Master Shallow. |
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We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow. |
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Come, sir, which men shall I have? |
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Go to; well. |
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Do you choose for me. |
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Mouldy and Bullcalf: for you, Mouldy, stay at home
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Will you tell me, Master Shallow, how to choose a
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Come, manage me your caliver. So—very well. Go to;
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These fellows will do well. Master Shallow, God keep
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Fore God, would you would. |
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Fare you well, gentle gentlemen. [Exeunt JUSTICES] On,
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What's your name, sir? Of what condition are you, and
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Well then, Colville is your name, a knight is your
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As good a man as he, sir, whoe'er I am. Do you yield,
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I have a whole school of tongues in this belly of
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I would be sorry, my lord, but it should be thus: I
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I know not. Here he is, and here I yield him; and I
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Let it shine, then. |
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Let it do something, my good lord, that may do me
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And a famous true subject took him. |
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I know not how they sold themselves; but thou, like a
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My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to go through
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I would you had but the wit; 'twere better than your
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Let them go. I'll through Gloucestershire, and there
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You must excuse me, Master Robert Shallow. |
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I'll follow you, good Master Robert Shallow.
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I come, Master Shallow; I come, Master Shallow. |
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Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and rich. |
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This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your
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There's a merry heart! Good Master Silence, I'll give
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I did not think Master Silence had been a man of this
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Well said, Master Silence. |
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Health and long life to you, Master Silence! |
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[To SILENCE, who has drunk a bumper] Why, now you
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'Tis so. |
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From the court? Let him come in.
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What wind blew you hither, Pistol? |
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I pray thee now, deliver them like a man of this |
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O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news?
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What, is the old king dead? |
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Away, Bardolph! saddle my horse. Master Robert
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Carry Master Silence to bed. Master Shallow, my Lord
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Stand here by me, Master Robert Shallow; I will make the
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Come here, Pistol; stand behind me. [To SHALLOW] O, if
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It shows my earnestness of affection- |
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My devotion— |
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As it were, to ride day and night; and not to
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But to stand stained with travel, and sweating with
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I will deliver her. |
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God save thy Grace, King Hal; my royal Hal! |
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God save thee, my sweet boy! |
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My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart! |
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Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pounds. |
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That can hardly be, Master Shallow. Do not you grieve
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Sir, I will be as good as my word. This that you
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Fear no colours; go with me to dinner. Come,
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My lord, my lord— |
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