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Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York,
And all the clouds that loured upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

      — King Richard III, Act I Scene 1

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KEYWORD: mortal

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1

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Fabian

1805

I know the knight is incensed against you, even to a
mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance more.

2

Twelfth Night
[III, 4]

Sir Toby Belch

1820

Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not seen such a
firago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard and
all, and he gives me the stuck in with such a mortal
motion, that it is inevitable; and on the answer, he
pays you as surely as your feet hit the ground they
step on. They say he has been fencer to the Sophy.

3

Twelfth Night
[V, 1]

Sebastian

2447

O, that record is lively in my soul!
He finished indeed his mortal act
That day that made my sister thirteen years.

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