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Heaven grant us its peace, but not the King of
Hungary's!
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Heaven grant us its peace, but not the King of
Hungary's!
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Lucio. If the duke with the other dukes come not to
composition with the King of Hungary, why then all
the dukes fall upon the king.
First Gentleman. Heaven grant us its peace, but not the King of
Hungary's!
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Why, 'twas a commandment to command the captain and
all the rest from their...
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Why, 'twas a commandment to command the captain and
all the rest from their functions: they put forth
to steal. There's not a soldier of us all, that, in
the thanksgiving before meat, do relish the petition
well that prays for peace.
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Lucio. Ay, that he razed.
First Gentleman. Why, 'twas a commandment to command the captain and
all the rest from their functions: they put forth
to steal. There's not a soldier of us all, that, in
the thanksgiving before meat, do relish the petition
well that prays for peace.
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Well, there went but a pair of shears between us.
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Well, there went but a pair of shears between us.
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Lucio. Ay, why not? Grace is grace, despite of all
controversy: as, for example, thou thyself art a
wicked villain, despite of all grace.
First Gentleman. Well, there went but a pair of shears between us.
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And thou the velvet: thou art good velvet; thou'rt
a three-piled piece, I wa...
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And thou the velvet: thou art good velvet; thou'rt
a three-piled piece, I warrant thee: I had as lief
be a list of an English kersey as be piled, as thou
art piled, for a French velvet. Do I speak
feelingly now?
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Lucio. I grant; as there may between the lists and the
velvet. Thou art the list.
First Gentleman. And thou the velvet: thou art good velvet; thou'rt
a three-piled piece, I warrant thee: I had as lief
be a list of an English kersey as be piled, as thou
art piled, for a French velvet. Do I speak
feelingly now?
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I think I have done myself wrong, have I not?
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I think I have done myself wrong, have I not?
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Lucio. I think thou dost; and, indeed, with most painful
feeling of thy speech: I will, out of thine own
confession, learn to begin thy health; but, whilst I
live, forget to drink after thee.
First Gentleman. I think I have done myself wrong, have I not?
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How now! which of your hips has the most profound sciatica?
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How now! which of your hips has the most profound sciatica?
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Lucio. Nay, not as one would say, healthy; but so sound as
things that are hollow: thy bones are hollow;
impiety has made a feast of thee.
First Gentleman. How now! which of your hips has the most profound sciatica?
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Claudio to prison? 'tis not so.
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Claudio to prison? 'tis not so.
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Mistress Overdone. Marry, sir, that's Claudio, Signior Claudio.
First Gentleman. Claudio to prison? 'tis not so.
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But, most of all, agreeing with the proclamation.
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But, most of all, agreeing with the proclamation.
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Second Gentleman. Besides, you know, it draws something near to the
speech we had to such a purpose.
First Gentleman. But, most of all, agreeing with the proclamation.
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