All of Shakespeare’s plays.
How! what does his cashiered worship mutter?
'Tis much deep: and it should seem by the sun,
Your master's confidence was above mine;
Else, surely, his had equall'd.
Yes, mine's three thousand crowns: what's yours?
Well met; good morrow, Titus and Hortensius.
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