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His nature is too noble for the world:
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for's power to thunder.
— Coriolanus, Act III Scene 1
KEYWORD: mounsieur
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Scratch my head Peaseblossom. Where's Mounsieur Cobweb? |
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Mounsieur Cobweb, good mounsieur, get you your
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Give me your neaf, Mounsieur Mustardseed. Pray you,
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Nothing, good mounsieur, but to help Cavalery Cobweb
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