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"and supply the place
for your labour."
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I had rather lose the battle
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than that sister should
loosen him and me.
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She being widow,
and my Gloucester with her,
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may all the building
in my fancy pluck
upon my hateful life.
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A proclaim'd prize!
Most happy!
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That eyeless head of thine
was first fram'd flesh
to raise my fortune.
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Come not near the old man.
Let go his arm.
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I'll not let go!
Out, dunghill!
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Thou old unhappy traitor,
briefly thyself remember.