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if for I want that glib and oily art,
to speak and purpose not,
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that you make known
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it is no vicious blot, murder,
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or foulness that hath deprived me
of your grace and favour,
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but even for want of that
for which I an richer, -
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a still-soliciting eye, and such
a tongue as I am glad I have not.
:18:42
Thou hast her, France:
Let her be thine!
:18:45
For we have no such daughter!
:18:56
Time shall unfold what pleated
cunning hides:
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Who covers faults, at last
shame them derides.
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An hundred knights to add to retinue!
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A hundred knights to add to retinue!
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Saddle the horses!
Call the train together!
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Saddle the horses!
Call the train together!