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And hear the sentence of your moved Prince. |
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This concerns a debt to... |
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Therefore farewell, |
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Work was usually temporary, with weeks unemployed in between. |
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I fear it was more of a sermon. |
An old hare hoar And an old hare hoar |
He had none. |
Fie! What, are you mad? |
Or helped... |
Bastard! |
I'll go with you. |
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He loves us not. He wants a natural touch. The wren, the most diminutive bird, will fight her young in the nest, against the owl. |
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You mean... Dreverhaven wouldn't take responsibility? |
Our fears in Banquo stick deep. |
Stay within call. |
Your lady mother comes to your chamber. |
It was a miserable time but there was hope. |
She worked for him for a year when one evening... it happened only once. |
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BASTARD |
Love give me strength. |
It's all sold, you've got nothing left!" |
"Returned to sender"! |
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I felt sure of myself. I used his money to dedicate myself to private lessons for two years. |
Doctor, the thanes fly from me. |
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Be bloody, bold and resolute. |
Mr Katadreuffe wanted to see the library. |
Out of pool, boys! |
Even worse. Don't do it. |
Bravo! |
No! |
To the next round. Jacob? |
He shall be endured! Or I know what! |
No! |
Then move not... |
I never forgot you. |
- Seyton! |
This is the matter. |
I dare no longer stay! |
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No! No! |
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Fillet of a fenny snake, in the cauldron boil and bake. |
That's because of unemployment. |
But Jan Maan always stayed with us. |
Swahili |
Prince! As thou art true, for blood of ours shed blood of Montague. |
Congratulations! |
Nurse. |
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The more he haunted my thoughts. |
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Hausa |
Health to this household! |
The cry is still, "They come!" |
That's a joke. |
You did business with him? |
A little water clears us of this deed. |
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Miss te George did not come to the office any more. |
If ill, why hath it given me earnest of success, commencing in a truth? |
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Amen, amen. |
It is the lark that sings so out of tune, straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps. |
How easy is it, then! |
De Beer. |
No. |
yet if thou swearest, thou mayst prove false; |
- Darren! |
I live in Yerevan. |
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Tybalt, Capulet's kinsman! |
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Happily met, my lady and my wife. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. |
Faith, here it is. |
You, Capulet, shall go along with me. |
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- Those that Macbeth hath slain. |
Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor. The greatest is behind. |
Don't, it's so boring. |
You have to believe me." |
A man, young lady! Lady, such as all the world-- |
Why, she is within. Where should she be? |
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The boy is in your debt. |
Miss te George did not come to the office any more. |
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