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Conjure with'em,รน
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,
That he is grown so great?
— Julius Caesar, Act I Scene 2
KEYWORD: hour
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I crave your honour's pardon.
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At what hour to-morrow
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A lack, how may I do it, having the hour limited,
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O, 'tis an accident that heaven provides!
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And why should we proclaim it in an hour before his
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Come, sir; come, sir; come, sir; foh, sir! Why, you
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Your suit's unprofitable; stand up, I say.
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