All of Shakespeare’s plays.
My lord, here stays without
A messenger with letters from the doctor,
New come from Padua.
He is ready at the door: he comes, my lord.
Not one, my lord.
Besides, it should appear, that if he had
The present money to discharge the Jew,
He would not take it. Never did I know
A creature, that did bear the shape of man,
So keen and greedy to confound a man:
He plies the duke at ...
I would you had won the fleece that he hath lost.
Not sick, my lord, unless it be in mind;
Nor well, unless in mind: his letter there
Will show you his estate.
I did, my lord;
And I have reason for it. Signior Antonio
Commends him to you.
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