All of Shakespeare’s plays.
I shall do't, my lord.
My lord, your nobles, jealous of your absence,
Seek through your camp to find you.
The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry!
Shall I attend your grace?
Not so, my liege: this lodging likes me better,
Since I may say 'Now lie I like a king.'
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