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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...
— Twelfth Night, Act I Scene 1
KEYWORD: yield
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Antonius dead!—If thou say so, villain,
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He'll never yield to that. |
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The queen shall then have courtesy, so she
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Tend me to-night;
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Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield;
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I am call'd Dercetas;
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