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LUC.

Then, gracious auditory, be it known to you

 
 

TRO.

O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus—

 
 

ULYSS.

Troy, yet upon his bases, had been down,

 
 

TRO.

I take today a wife, and my election

 
 

THER.

How now, Thersites? What, lost in the labyrinth of thy fury?

 
 

TRO.

No, Pandarus, I stalk about her door,

 
 

HECT.

Why then will I no more.

 
 

THER.

With too much blood and too little brain, these two may run mad,

 
 

MAL.

M.O.A.I. This simulation is not as the former; and yet, to crush this a little, it would bow to me, for every one of these letters are in my name.

 
 

MAL.

O ho, do you come near me now?

 
 

SIR TO.

Gentleman, God save thee! That defense thou hast, betake thee to’t.

 
 

SEB.

This is the air, that is the glorious sun,

 
 

SPEED.

Marry, by these special marks: first, you have learn’d, like Sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms,

 
 

LAUNCE.

Nay, ’twill be this hour ere I have done weeping; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault.

 
 

PRO.

Even as one heat another heat expels,

 
 

PRO.

To leave my Julia—shall I be forsworn?

 
 

VAL.

And why not death, rather than living torment?

 
 

LAUNCE.

When a man’s servant shall play the cur with him, look you, it goes hard:

 
 

VAL.

How use doth breed a habit in a man!

 
 

PAL.

’Tis in our power

 
 

ARC.

Let’s think this prison holy sanctuary

 
 

ARC.

No, Palamon,

 
 

PAL.

O cousin Arcite,

 
 

ARC.

O queen Emilia,

Fresher than May, sweeter

 
 

SCHOOL.

Fie, fie,

What tediosity and disensanity

 
 

DOCT.

That intemp’rate surfeit of her eye hath distemper’d the other senses.

 
 

PAL.

Our stars must glister with new fire, or be

 
 

LEON.

To your own bents dispose you; You’ll be found,

 
 

LEON.

Inch-thick, knee-deep, o’er head and ears a fork’d one!

 
 

ANT.

Come, poor babe.

I have heard (but not believ’d) the spirits o’ th’ dead

 
 

CLO.

I have seen two such sights, by sea and by land!

 
 

SHEP.

I would there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty,

 
 

AUT.

Ha, ha, what a fool Honesty is! and Trust, his sworn brother, a very simple gentleman!

 
 

POL.

Mark your divorce, young sir,

 
 
 
 
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