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... . I pray you keep it in . I heard you were fawcy at my gates ; and I allow'd your approach , rather to won- der at you than to hear you . If you be not mad , be gone ; if you have reason , be brief 16 TWELFTH - NIGHT : or , Act I.
... . I pray you keep it in . I heard you were fawcy at my gates ; and I allow'd your approach , rather to won- der at you than to hear you . If you be not mad , be gone ; if you have reason , be brief 16 TWELFTH - NIGHT : or , Act I.
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William Shakespeare. be gone ; if you have reason , be brief : ' tis not that time of the moon with me , to make one in so skip- ping a dialogue . Mar. Will you hoift fail , Sir ; here lyes your way . Vio . No , good ... reason, be brief...
William Shakespeare. be gone ; if you have reason , be brief : ' tis not that time of the moon with me , to make one in so skip- ping a dialogue . Mar. Will you hoift fail , Sir ; here lyes your way . Vio . No , good ... reason, be brief...
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... reason , dear knight . Sir And . I have no exquifite reason for't , but I have reafon good enough . Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is , or any thing conftantly but a time - pleafer ; an affection'd * afs , that cons state without book ...
... reason , dear knight . Sir And . I have no exquifite reason for't , but I have reafon good enough . Mar. The devil a Puritan that he is , or any thing conftantly but a time - pleafer ; an affection'd * afs , that cons state without book ...
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... reason , man ? Clo . Troth , Sir , I can yield you none without words ; and words are grown fo false , I am loth to prove reason with them . Vio . I warrant thou art a merry fellow , and ca- reft for nothing . Clo . Not fo , Sir , I do ...
... reason , man ? Clo . Troth , Sir , I can yield you none without words ; and words are grown fo false , I am loth to prove reason with them . Vio . I warrant thou art a merry fellow , and ca- reft for nothing . Clo . Not fo , Sir , I do ...
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... reason thus with reafon fetter ; Love fought is good ; but given , unfought , is better . Vio . By innocence I fwear , and by my youth , I have one heart , one bofom , and one truth , And that no woman has ; nor never none Shall ...
... reason thus with reafon fetter ; Love fought is good ; but given , unfought , is better . Vio . By innocence I fwear , and by my youth , I have one heart , one bofom , and one truth , And that no woman has ; nor never none Shall ...
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