All of Shakespeare’s plays.
God be wi' you, sir.
Yes, it is already garrison'd.
Truly to speak, and with no addition,
We go to gain a little patch of ground
That hath in it no profit but the name.
To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it;
Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole
A ranker rate, should it be ...
The nephews to old Norway, Fortinbras.
Against some part of Poland.
They are of Norway, sir.
I will do't, my lord.
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