Dead Poets Society
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1:29:06
You are so infuriating.
1:29:29
- Hey, there he is.
- Hey, hey.

1:29:31
Shh, boys.
1:29:41
Either I mistake your shape
or making quite...

1:29:45
or else you are that shrewd and knavish
sprite called Robin Goodfellow.

1:29:50
Thou speak'st aright.
1:29:52
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
1:29:54
I jest to Oberon and make him smile.
1:29:57
When l, a fat and bean-fed horse,
beguile...

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neighing in likeness of a filly foal.
1:30:04
Sometime lurk I
in a gossip's bowl...

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in very likeness of a roasted crab.
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And when she drink,
against her lips I bob...

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and on her withered dewlap
pour the ale.

1:30:14
He's good. He's really good.
1:30:17
Sometimes the three-foot stool
mistaketh me.

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Then slip I from her bum,
down topples she and "tailor" cries...

1:30:24
and falls into a cough.
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And then the whole choir
hold their hips and laugh.

1:30:28
And waxen in their mirth
and neeze and swear...

1:30:33
a merrier hour
was never wasted there.

1:30:36
But, room, Fairy.
Here comes Oberon.

1:30:39
And here my mistress.
Would that he were gone.

1:30:46
And by your side,
no bedroom me deny.

1:30:49
For lying so, Hermia,
I do not lie.

1:30:52
Lysander riddles very prettily.
1:30:55
Now much beshrew my manners
and my pride...

1:30:56
if Hermia meant to say Lysander lied.
1:30:59
But, gentle friend, for love
and courtesy, lie further off.


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