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Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Ph£bus'gins arise,

      — Cymbeline, Act II Scene 3

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Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 2]

Pandarus

2323

Ha! ha! Alas, poor wretch! ah, poor capocchia!
hast not slept to-night? would he not, a naughty
man, let it sleep? a bugbear take him!

2

Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 2]

Pandarus

2378

Ah, ah!

3

Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 4]

Pandarus

2437

Here, here, here he comes.
[Enter TROILUS]
Ah, sweet ducks!

4

Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 5]

Hector

2837

I know your favour, Lord Ulysses, well.
Ah, sir, there's many a Greek and Trojan dead,
Since first I saw yourself and Diomed
In Ilion, on your Greekish embassy.

5

Troilus and Cressida
[V, 1]

Thersites

2960

No! why art thou then exasperate, thou idle
immaterial skein of sleave-silk, thou green sarcenet
flap for a sore eye, thou tassel of a prodigal's
purse, thou? Ah, how the poor world is pestered
with such waterflies, diminutives of nature!

6

Troilus and Cressida
[V, 2]

Cressida

3174

Good night: I prithee, come.
[Exit DIOMEDES]
Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee
But with my heart the other eye doth see.
Ah, poor our sex! this fault in us I find,
The error of our eye directs our mind:
What error leads must err; O, then conclude
Minds sway'd by eyes are full of turpitude.

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