All of Shakespeare’s plays.
Dwelt by a churchyard: I will tell it softly;
Yond crickets shall not hear it.
There was a man--
A sad tale's best for winter: I have one
Of sprites and goblins.
Merry or sad shall't be?
Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's nose
That has been blue, but not her eyebrows.
I learnt it out of women's faces. Pray now
What colour are your eyebrows?
Not for because
Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say,
Become some women best, so that there be not
Too much hair there, but in a semicircle
Or a half-moon made with a pen.
You'll kiss me hard and speak to me as if
I were a baby still. I love you better.
No, I'll none of you.
I am like you, they say.
No, my lord, I'll fight.
Yes, if you will, my lord.
Ay, my good lord.
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