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Priscian! a little scratched, 't will serve. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.
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The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
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One draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him. -Twelfth Night. Act read more
One draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.
Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! -Twelfth Night. Act iii. read more
Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.
And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak. -King Henry VI. Part III. read more
And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak. -King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since Sits on his horse back at mine hostess' door. -King John. read more
Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since Sits on his horse back at mine hostess' door. -King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Wherefore are these things hid? -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
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The ripest fruit first falls. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The ripest fruit first falls. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.
And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse read more
And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.