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Cel. Not a word?
Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.
— As You Like It, Act I Scene 3
KEYWORD: home
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An I thought that, I'ld forswear it. I'll ride home
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Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir Toby: your niece
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Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore have
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Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks nothing but
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[Reads] 'I will waylay thee going home; where if it
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He has broke my head across and has given Sir Toby
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