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A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
— Julius Caesar, Act IV Scene 3
KEYWORD: welcome
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Welcome him then according to his worth.
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Welcome, dear Proteus! Mistress, I beseech you,
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His worth is warrant for his welcome hither,
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And duty never yet did want his meed:
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That you are welcome? |
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I wait upon his pleasure. Come, Sir Thurio,
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Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to Milan! |
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Forswear not thyself, sweet youth, for I am not
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That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear:
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Forbear, forbear, I say! it is my lord the duke.
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