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I told him of the army that was
landed, he smiled at it.
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I told him you were coming,
his answer was, <>
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Of Gloster's treachery and of the
loyal service of his son when I
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informed him, then he called me sot,
and that I'd turned the wrong side out.
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Then shall you go no further.
It is the cowish terror of his spirit.
:23:18
Our wishes on the way
may prove effects.
:23:21
Back to my brother.
Hasten his musters
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and conduct his powers.
:23:33
Decline your head.
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I have been worth the whistle:
Become your head
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You are not worth the dust which
the rude wind blows in your face.
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She that herself will sliver and
disbranch from her material sap,
:24:04
perforce must wither,
and come to deadly use.
:24:08
No more! The text is foolish!
:24:11
Wisdom and goodness
to the vile seem vile,
:24:15
filths savour but themselves.
:24:19
What have you done?
Tigers, not daughters,
:24:23
what have you performed?
:24:26
Milk-liver'd man!
:24:28
That bear'st a cheek for blows,
a head for wrongs!
:24:32
Who hast not an eye discerning
thine honour from thy suffering.
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Where's thy drum? France spreads
his banners in our noiseless land.
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Whiles thou, a moral fool,
:24:44
sitt'st still, and criest:
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See thyself, devil!
:24:49
Proper deformity seems not in
the fiend so horrid as in woman.
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- What news?
- My lord, the Duke of Cornwall's dead.