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'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on:
Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive
If you will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the world no copy.
— Twelfth Night, Act I Scene 5
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Henry IV, Part I (2) |