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'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed,
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A Merry Note
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A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
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Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
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Against my love shall be, as I am now,
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Against that time (if ever that time come)
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Ah, wherefore with infection should he live,
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Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth,
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Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there
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As a decrepit father takes delight
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As an unperfect actor on the stage,
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As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
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Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
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Being your slave, what should I do but tend
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Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
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Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
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Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind
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But be contented, when that fell arrest
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But do thy worst to steal thyself away,
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But wherefore do not you a mightier way
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Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
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Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep:
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Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
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Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
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For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any,
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From fairest creatures we desire increase,
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From you have I been absent in the spring,
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Full many a glorious morning have I seen
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How can I then return in happy plight,
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How can my Muse want subject to invent,
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How careful was I, when I took my way,
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How heavy do I journey on the way,
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How like a winter hath my absence been
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How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,
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How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
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I grant thou wert not married to my Muse,
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I never saw that you did painting need,
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If my dear love were but the child of state,
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If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
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If there be nothing new, but that which is
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If thou survive my well-contented day,
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If thy soul check thee that I come so near,
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In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
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In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
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In the old age black was not counted fair,
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Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
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Is it thy will thy image should keep open
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Let me confess that we two must be twain,
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
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Let not my love be call'd idolatry,
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Let those who are in favour with their stars
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Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
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Like as, to make our appetites more keen,
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Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch
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Lo, in the orient when the gracious light
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Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest,
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Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
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Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
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Love is too young to know what conscience is;
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Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
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Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath steel'd
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Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
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My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
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My love is as a fever, longing still
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My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seemi
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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
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My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
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No longer mourn for me when I am dead
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No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done;
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No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change;
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Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck,
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Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
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Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
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O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head,
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O never say that I was false of heart,
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O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
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O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
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O, call not me to justify the wrong
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O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
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O, from what power hast thou this powerful might,
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O, how I faint when I of you do write,
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O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
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O, how thy worth with manners may I sing,
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O, lest the world should task you to recite
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O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are
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Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
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Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
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Poor soul, the center of my sinful earth
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Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
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Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye,
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Since brass, nor stone, nor earth,
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Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind,
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So am I as the rich, whose blessed key
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So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
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So is it not with me as with that Muse,
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So oft have I invok'd thee for my Muse,
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So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
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So, now I have confess'd that he is thine,
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Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
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Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness,
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Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
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Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
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Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame
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That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
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That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect,
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That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,
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That time of year thou mayst in me behold
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That you were once unkind befriends me now,
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The forward violet thus did I chide,
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The little Love-god, lying once asleep
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The other two, slight air and purging fire,
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Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
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Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
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They that have power to hurt and will do none
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Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
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Those hours that with gentle work did frame
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Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
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Those lips that Love's own hand did make
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Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
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Those petty wrongs that liberty commits,
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Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
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Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes
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Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
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Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
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Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
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Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
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Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
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Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry,
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To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
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Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
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Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
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Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
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Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
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Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy,
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What is your substance, whereof are you made,
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What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
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What's in the brain, that ink may character,
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When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
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When I consider every thing that grows
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When I do count the clock that tells the time
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When I have seen by time's fell hand defaced
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When in the chronicle of wasted time
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When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
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When my love swears that she is made of truth
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When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light,
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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
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When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
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Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long
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Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
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Who is it that says most, which can say more
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Who will believe my verse in time to come,
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Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,'
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Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
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Why is my verse so barren of new pride?
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Your love and pity doth the impression fill
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Madness
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Readiness
Read by: Sam Sobel |
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Self-Knowledge
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Stillness and Humility
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Universal Peace
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A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act V, Sc.1
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All the world's a stage ("As You Like It")
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And what's he then ("Othello")
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By your leave, gods. ("Julius Caesar")
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Friends, Romans, countrymen ("Julius Caesar")
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Gallop apace
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Get thee to a nunnery (from "Hamlet")
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Give me your pardon (from "Hamlet")
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How all occasions do inform (from "Hamlet")
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I am a Jew (from "The Merchant of Venice")
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I know you all ("Henry IV, Part 1")
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If it were done (from "Macbeth")
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It will have blood (from "Macbeth")
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O reason not the need! ("King Lear")
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O that this too too sullied flesh (from "Hamlet")
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O, my offense is rank ("Hamlet")
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O, never shall sun (from "Macbeth")
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Sir, spare your threats
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Soft you, a word or two ("Othello")
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The clock struck ("Romeo and Juliet")
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The First Part of King Henry the Fourth Act 1 Sc 1
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The First Part of King Henry the Fourth Act 1 Sc 2
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The First Part of King Henry the Fourth Act 1 Sc 3
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The First Part of King Henry the Fourth Act 2 Sc 1
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The First Part of King Henry the Fourth Act 2 Sc 2
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The First Part of King Henry the Fourth Act 2 Sc 3
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The First Part of King Henry the Fourth Act 2 Sc 4
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The raven himself is hoarse (from "Macbeth")
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Thus do I ever make my fool ("Othello")
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To be, or not to be ("Hamlet")
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What is that noise? (from "Macbeth")
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