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Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.
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Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.
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Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night, Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars.
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Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night, Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars.
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To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
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To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
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Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
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Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
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Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more:
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Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more:
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Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones;
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Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones;
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We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother;
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We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother;
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Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
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Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
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My services are bound. Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom, and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me:
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My services are bound. Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom, and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me:
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What shall I do to win my lord again? Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven, I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel:
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What shall I do to win my lord again? Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven, I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel:
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