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That would hang us, every mother's son. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
That would hang us, every mother's son. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. read more
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.
I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.
I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.
Thus ornament is but the guiled shore To a most dangerous sea. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Thus ornament is but the guiled shore To a most dangerous sea. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Young in limbs, in judgment old. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Young in limbs, in judgment old. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 7.
A most unspotted lily shall she pass To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. -King Henry VIII. read more
A most unspotted lily shall she pass To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. -King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 5.
I would fain die a dry death. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.
I would fain die a dry death. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.
And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave. -King Richard II. Act iii. read more
And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave. -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Halloo your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out. -Twelfth Night. Act read more
Halloo your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.