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A Winters Tale
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4.4.123
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PERDITA
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Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram,
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109,902
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.124
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PERDITA
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The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun
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109,903
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.125
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PERDITA
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And with him rises weeping: these are flowers
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109,904
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.126
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PERDITA
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Of middle summer, and I think they are given
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109,905
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.127
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PERDITA
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To men of middle age. You're very welcome.
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109,906
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.128
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CAMILLO
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I should leave grazing, were I of your flock,
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109,907
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.129
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CAMILLO
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And only live by gazing.
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109,908
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.130
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PERDITA
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Out, alas!
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109,909
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.131
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PERDITA
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You'd be so lean, that blasts of January
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109,910
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.132
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PERDITA
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Would blow you through and through.
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109,911
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.133
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PERDITA
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Now, my fair'st friend,
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109,912
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.134
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PERDITA
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I would I had some flowers o' the spring that might
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109,913
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.135
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PERDITA
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Become your time of day, and yours, and yours,
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109,914
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.136
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PERDITA
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That wear upon your virgin branches yet
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109,915
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.137
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PERDITA
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Your maidenheads growing: O Proserpina,
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109,916
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.138
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PERDITA
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For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall
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109,917
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.139
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PERDITA
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From Dis's waggon! daffodils,
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109,918
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.140
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PERDITA
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That come before the swallow dares, and take
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109,919
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.141
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PERDITA
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The winds of March with beauty, violets dim,
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109,920
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.142
|
PERDITA
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But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes
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109,921
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.143
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PERDITA
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Or Cytherea's breath, pale primroses
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109,922
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.144
|
PERDITA
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That die unmarried, ere they can behold
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109,923
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.145
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PERDITA
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Bight Phoebus in his strength--a malady
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109,924
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.146
|
PERDITA
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Most incident to maids, bold oxlips and
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109,925
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.147
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PERDITA
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The crown imperial, lilies of all kinds,
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109,926
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.148
|
PERDITA
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The flower-de-luce being one! O, these I lack,
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109,927
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.149
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PERDITA
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To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend,
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109,928
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.150
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PERDITA
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To strew him o'er and o'er!
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109,929
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.151
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FLORIZEL
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What, like a corse?
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109,930
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.152
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PERDITA
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No, like a bank for love to lie and play on,
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109,931
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.153
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PERDITA
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Not like a corse, or if, not to be buried,
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109,932
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.154
|
PERDITA
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But quick and in mine arms. Come, take your flowers:
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109,933
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.155
|
PERDITA
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Methinks I play as I have seen them do
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109,934
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.156
|
PERDITA
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In Whitsun pastorals: sure this robe of mine
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109,935
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.157
|
PERDITA
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Does change my disposition.
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109,936
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.158
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FLORIZEL
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What you do
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109,937
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.159
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FLORIZEL
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Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet.
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109,938
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.160
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FLORIZEL
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I'ld have you do it ever: when you sing,
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109,939
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.161
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FLORIZEL
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I'ld have you buy and sell so, so give alms,
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109,940
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.162
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FLORIZEL
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Pray so, and, for the ordering your affairs,
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109,941
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.163
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FLORIZEL
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To sing them too: when you do dance, I wish you
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109,942
|
A Winters Tale
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4.4.164
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FLORIZEL
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A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do
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109,943
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.165
|
FLORIZEL
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Nothing but that, move still, still so,
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109,944
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.166
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FLORIZEL
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And own no other function: each your doing,
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109,945
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.167
|
FLORIZEL
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So singular in each particular,
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109,946
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.168
|
FLORIZEL
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Crowns what you are doing in the present deed,
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109,947
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.169
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FLORIZEL
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That all your acts are queens.
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109,948
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.170
|
PERDITA
|
O Doricles,
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109,949
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.171
|
PERDITA
|
Your praises are too large: but that your youth,
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109,950
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.172
|
PERDITA
|
And the true blood which peepeth fairly through't,
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109,951
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.173
|
PERDITA
|
Do plainly give you out an unstain'd shepherd,
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109,952
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.174
|
PERDITA
|
With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles,
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109,953
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.175
|
PERDITA
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You woo'd me the false way.
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109,954
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.176
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FLORIZEL
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I think you have
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109,955
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.177
|
FLORIZEL
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As little skill to fear as I have purpose
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109,956
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.178
|
FLORIZEL
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To put you to't. But come, our dance, I pray:
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109,957
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.179
|
FLORIZEL
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Your hand, my Perdita: so turtles pair,
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109,958
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.180
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FLORIZEL
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That never mean to part.
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109,959
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.181
|
PERDITA
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I'll swear for 'em.
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109,960
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.182
|
POLIXENES
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This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever
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109,961
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.183
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POLIXENES
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Ran on the green-sward: nothing she does or seems
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.184
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POLIXENES
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But smacks of something greater than herself,
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109,963
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.185
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POLIXENES
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Too noble for this place.
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109,964
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.186
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CAMILLO
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He tells her something
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109,965
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.187
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CAMILLO
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That makes her blood look out: good sooth, she is
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109,966
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.188
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CAMILLO
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The queen of curds and cream.
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109,967
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.189
|
Clown
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Come on, strike up!
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109,968
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.190
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DORCAS
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Mopsa must be your mistress: marry, garlic,
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109,969
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.191
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DORCAS
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To mend her kissing with!
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109,970
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.192
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MOPSA
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Now, in good time!
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109,971
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.193
|
Clown
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Not a word, a word, we stand upon our manners.
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109,972
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.194
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Clown
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Come, strike up!
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109,973
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A Winters Tale
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Clown
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Music. Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses
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109,974
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.195
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POLIXENES
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Pray, good shepherd, what fair swain is this
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109,975
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.196
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POLIXENES
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Which dances with your daughter?
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109,976
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.197
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Shepherd
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They call him Doricles, and boasts himself
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109,977
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.198
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Shepherd
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To have a worthy feeding: but I have it
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109,978
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.199
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Shepherd
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Upon his own report and I believe it,
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109,979
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.200
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Shepherd
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He looks like sooth. He says he loves my daughter:
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109,980
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.201
|
Shepherd
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I think so too, for never gazed the moon
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109,981
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.202
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Shepherd
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Upon the water as he'll stand and read
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109,982
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.203
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Shepherd
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As 'twere my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain.
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109,983
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.204
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Shepherd
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I think there is not half a kiss to choose
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109,984
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.205
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Shepherd
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Who loves another best.
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109,985
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.206
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POLIXENES
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She dances featly.
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109,986
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.207
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Shepherd
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So she does any thing, though I report it,
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109,987
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.208
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Shepherd
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That should be silent: if young Doricles
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109,988
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.209
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Shepherd
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Do light upon her, she shall bring him that
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109,989
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.210
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Shepherd
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Which he not dreams of.
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A Winters Tale
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Shepherd
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Enter Servant
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109,991
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.211
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Servant
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O master, if you did but hear the pedlar at the
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109,992
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.212
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Servant
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door, you would never dance again after a tabour and
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109,993
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.213
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Servant
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pipe, no, the bagpipe could not move you: he sings
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109,994
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.214
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Servant
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several tunes faster than you'll tell money, he
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109,995
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.215
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Servant
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utters them as he had eaten ballads and all men's
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109,996
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.216
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Servant
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ears grew to his tunes.
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109,997
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.217
|
Clown
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He could never come better, he shall come in. I
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109,998
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.218
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Clown
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love a ballad but even too well, if it be doleful
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109,999
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.219
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Clown
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matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing
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110,000
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A Winters Tale
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4.4.220
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Clown
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indeed and sung lamentably.
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