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Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother,
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly.
— Hamlet, Act I Scene 2
KEYWORD: free
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Now, sir, 'thought is free:' I pray you, bring
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Oh, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste
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Your lord does know my mind; I cannot love him:
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O, fellow, come, the song we had last night.
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You mistake, sir; I am sure no man hath any quarrel
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I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now? If
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