All of Shakespeare’s plays.
My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace.
My lord, here are letters for you.
He did, my lord, four days ere I set forth;
And at the time of my departure thence
He was much fear'd by his physicians.
His letters bear his mind, not I, my lord.
He cannot come, my lord; he is grievous sick.
These letters come from your father.
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