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The gods are just,
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and of our present vices
make instruments
to plague us.
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The dark and vicious place
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where thee he got
:14:18
cost him his eyes.
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Make no noise,
make no noise;
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draw the curtains.
So, so.
:15:11
We'll go to supper
i' th' morning.
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And I'll go to bed at noon.
:15:38
There is a cliff looks
fearfully on the deep:
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Bring me to
the very brim of it.
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From that place
I shall no leading need.
:15:51
Come on, sir.
:15:58
When shall I get to the top
of that same hill?