All of Shakespeare’s plays.
I feel 't upon my bones.
Did you see my cap?
Push! did you see my cap?
I do conceive.
Will 't hold? will 't hold?
I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble feast toward.
'Tis so, be sure of it.
Alcibiades is banished: hear you of it?
Doubt not that, if money and the season can yield
O, he's the very soul of bounty!
I promise you, my lord, you moved me much.
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