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Except I be by Sylvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. read more

Except I be by Sylvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act iii. Sc. 1.

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All the learned and authentic fellows. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.

All the learned and authentic fellows. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.

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I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 2.

I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 2.

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I have a kind of alacrity in sinking. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.

I have a kind of alacrity in sinking. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.

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A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act read more

A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

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Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.

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I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. read more

I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1.

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Truth hath a quiet breast. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.

Truth hath a quiet breast. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.

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If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, read more

If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 1.

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