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Alas mother ,
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Alas mother,
All children puts your suit
Marcus that,
That taught was for herself. Why,
It is life and prey to play their chamber! and have I, seeing thou tapp'd cousin, but hear have effect my forest woods for us his face bride canst,
That thus affect'st disorder'd:
I thank an elder;
Let me,
Dare as a judge.
BENVOLIO:
Out, unvalued this:
I think not;
Lest them, or stones? anon, ho
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All the world's a stage , and all the men and women merely players .
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All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.
ABHORSON:
Who is't of your highness?
ISABELLA:
Friar but my the wrong; for, sir, now, I must also.
ABHORSON:
We take you to you both some news: I must, and you may it,
give it your honour's, shall not be true;
For I be your best- bed,
Against the duty be join'd: although your natural stay,
And follow for't.
LUCIO:
ANGELO:
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A fool thinks himself to be wise , but a wise man knows himself to be a fool .
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A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
ABHORSON:
Pray, let it strike from the right- place;
Be your due. O and that's the boy,
When you are weary most set, he hath done
I'll hold him for a man; no man could not
desire his issue grace.
SICINIUS:
But, if you love.
MENENIUS:
That's o'er hands Edward, Myself, and death again, Angelo.
RICHMOND:
The princes and noble King Henry- tree
Is
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How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world !
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How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world!
Never what news! arm, and not I;
For he hath a man, some power in the rain.
Third Watchman:
Tis so, my good lord.
LEONTES:
Why, then, then, tis well better to be;
The blood that art not, to the nobility doth ride
An cold makes what I return to be at home,
When he. My liege, if you were gracious people,
Your ancient father to make his heavenly Edward
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O brave new world , that has such people in't !
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O brave new world, that has such people in't!
QUEEN MARGARET:
Thou hast the throne; and thou shalt be proclaim'd,
Be valiant to thy purpose.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE:
Kind oath, Catesby, wronged; and, friends, and dare, and--
FROTH:
Nay, take your honour.
First Senator:
Be you the city at your sin.
ISABELLA:
Nay, dispatch, indeed, she speaks your love length.
LADY CAPULET:
Are down have I,
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The fault , dear Brutus , is not in our stars , but in ourselves , that we are underlings .
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Error generating from prompt: 'underlings'
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To be , or not to be : that is the question .
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To be, or not to be: that is the question.
LUCIO:
Provost:
What further abroad abroad?
POMPEY:
Thou art a fool, and not a need,
Soon, dishonour than thy riches, hath lengthen'd
Till forth and empty; he bears my oath,
To meet and answer, I beseech you, now: out
And steal such a life?
MAMILLIUS:
I learnt your moved the wrong, ask.
DUCHESS OF YORK:
Either me my royal use? I am heard
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Cowards die many times before their deaths ; the valiant never taste of death but once .
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Error generating from prompt: 'Cowards'
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The better part of Valour , is Discretion .
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Error generating from prompt: 'Valour'
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Love all , trust a few , do wrong to none .
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Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
GLOUCESTER:
Welcome, how now the mark Juliet up,
To know the king is nothing: meantime my death
Persuade all but seldom for that time means; and, as cheap,
Take more than one, more to kiss the open
As we should do, for themselves for the gods serve.
Meantime, Romeo! what a one was gadding is to live.
GLOUCESTER:
What ever the sun devise out to- morrow morning?
Ah, what a man
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Some are born great , some achieve greatness , and some have greatness thrust upon them .
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Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
I saw his soul: and his noble heart
To undertake we home you and your grace
Upon his party with him. And to tell him:
An the glory is he tyrannous, and took
A moiety like the witness o the worst.
MENENIUS:
The consent and stand his again is out:
A most heir- sickness will command and
Only their swords.
ISABELLA:
Hath not the matter; the people they shall be gone.
AUTOLYCUS:
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The lady doth protest too much , methinks .
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The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
Hence, gentle Richard: they must have used
Till, as mistaken were.
LUCIO:
Then shall know my constant may do this brawl.
LADY ANNE:
If I had the grace so fair up.
QUEEN MARGARET:
So much will all within within that are mad
Betwixt to nose that is a king of grief.
KING RICHARD II:
What if you will, I hear.
BARNARDINE:
Nay, nurse, gentlemen; grieve
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Good night , good night ! Parting is such sweet sorrow , that I shall say good night till it be morrow .
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Error generating from prompt: 'Parting'
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We are such stuff as dreams are made on , and our little life is rounded with a sleep .
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Error generating from prompt: 'rounded'
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But , soft ! What light through yonder window breaks ? It is the east , and Juliet is the sun .
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But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
good uncle not- beards.
SICINIUS:
Here.
BRUTUS:
Attend your tribunes?
BRUTUS:
Let's with point counsel safe.
MENENIUS:
With fair gentlewoman, and make one, and go on,
Have more given now and made us ill lies.
Have you no man that, he has amen fled.
BRAKENBURY:
I do, my lord, I would not move you; but what he hath?
CAPULET:
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Good night , good night ! Parting is such sweet sorrow , that I shall say good night till it be morrow .
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Error generating from prompt: 'Parting'
