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And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
— King Henry IV. Part I, Act I Scene 3
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I have not seen you long: how goes the world? |
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Ay, that's well known:
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A thing slipp'd idly from me.
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You see this confluence, this great flood
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When Fortune in her shift and change of mood
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Noble Ventidius! Well;
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Commend me to him: I will send his ransom;
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Therefore he will be, Timon:
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Humbly I thank your lordship: never may
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I thank you; you shall hear from me anon:
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Why dost thou call them knaves? thou know'st them not. |
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Are they not Athenians? |
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Then I repent not. |
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Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon. |
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15 |
Wrought he not well that painted it? |
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No; I eat not lords. |
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Not so well as plain-dealing, which will not cost a
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Not worth my thinking. How now, poet! |
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19 |
Art not one? |
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Then I lie not. |