All of Shakespeare’s plays.
We charge you, in God's name, and the king's,
To go with us unto the officers.
We are true subjects to the king, King Edward.
For we were subjects but while you were king.
Forbear awhile; we'll hear a little more.
Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee:
This is the quondam king; let's seize upon him.
That cannot be; the noise of thy cross-bow
Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost.
Here stand we both, and aim we at the best:
And, for the time shall not seem tedious,
I'll tell thee what befell me on a day
In this self-place where ...
Under this thick-grown brake we'll shroud ourselves;
For through this laund anon the deer will come;
And in this covert will we make our stand,
Culling the principal of all the deer.
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