All of Shakespeare’s plays.
Alas, master, what shall I do? I am not able to stand.
Alas, master, I am not able to stand alone:
You go about to torture me in vain.
O master, that you could!
Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, master.
No, indeed, master.
I know not.
Alas, master, I know not.
Black, forsooth: coal-black as jet.
Red, master; red as blood.
Yes, master, clear as day, I thank God and
Alas, good master, my wife desired some damsons,
And made me climb, with danger of my life.
But that in all my life, when I was a youth.
Born so, master.
A fall off of a tree.
Ay, God Almighty help me!
God knows, of pure devotion; being call'd
A hundred times and oftener, in my sleep,
By good Saint Alban; who said, 'Simpcox, come,
Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee.'
At Berwick in the north, an't like your grace.
Born blind, an't please your grace.
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