All of Shakespeare’s plays.
Look you, sir; here comes your ghostly father: do
we jest now, think you?
Truly, sir, I would desire you to clap into your
prayers; for, look you, the warrant's come.
Is the axe upon the block, sirrah?
Go in to him, and fetch him out.
Tell him he must awake, and that quickly too.
What, ho, Barnardine!
Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither.
Come on, bawd; I will instruct thee in my trade; follow.
Every true man's apparel fits your thief: if it be
too little for your thief, your true man thinks it
big enough; if it be too big for your thief, your
thief thinks it little enough: so every true man's
apparel fits your thief.
Sir, it is a mystery.
Ay, sir; a mystery
A bawd, sir? fie upon him! he will discredit our mystery.
Do you call, sir?
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