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I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.

      — Twelfth Night, Act III Scene 4

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KEYWORD: deservest

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1

Henry VI, Part II
[IV, 3]

Jack Cade

2510

And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. This
monument of the victory will I bear;
[Putting on SIR HUMPHREY'S brigandine]
and the bodies shall be dragged at my horse' heels
till I do come to London, where we will have the
mayor's sword borne before us.

2

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 3]

Falstaff

1467

What made me love thee? let that persuade thee
there's something extraordinary in thee. Come, I
cannot cog and say thou art this and that, like a
many of these lisping hawthorn-buds, that come like
women in men's apparel, and smell like Bucklersbury
in simple time; I cannot: but I love thee; none
but thee; and thou deservest it.

3

Much Ado about Nothing
[V, 2]

Benedick

2414

In so high a style, Margaret, that no man living
shall come over it; for, in most comely truth, thou
deservest it.

4

Sonnet 39

Shakespeare

533

O, how thy worth with manners may I sing,
When thou art all the better part of me?
What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?
And what is 't but mine own when I praise thee?
Even for this let us divided live,
And our dear love lose name of single one,
That by this separation I may give
That due to thee which thou deservest alone.
O absence, what a torment wouldst thou prove,
Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave
To entertain the time with thoughts of love,
Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive,
And that thou teachest how to make one twain,
By praising him here who doth hence remain!

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