All of Shakespeare’s plays.
What, will you have them weep our horses' blood?
How shall we, then, behold their natural tears?
That island of England breeds very valiant
creatures; their mastiffs are of unmatchable courage.
He longs to eat the English.
Who will go to hazard with me for twenty prisoners?
My lord constable, the armour that I saw in your tent
to-night, are those stars or suns upon it?
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