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- Shall I bring in the breakfast tray?
- Yes, please.
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To think that I haven't killed you.
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Now what do you say?
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Well, my friends, it's time.
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Sleeping within my orchard
my custom always of the afternoon
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upon my secure hour thy uncle stole
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with juice of cursed hebenon in a vial
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and in the porches of my ears
did pour the leperous distilment,
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whose effect holds
such an enmity with blood of man
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that swift as quicksilver
it courses through