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He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

      — Romeo and Juliet, Act I Scene 1

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1

As You Like It
[III, 2]

Rosalind

1423

With lawyers in the vacation; for they sleep between term
and term, and then they perceive not how Time moves.

2

Henry VI, Part II
[IV, 2]

Dick the Butcher

2379

The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.

3

Henry VI, Part II
[IV, 4]

Messenger

2550

The rebels are in Southwark; fly, my lord!
Jack Cade proclaims himself Lord Mortimer,
Descended from the Duke of Clarence' house,
And calls your grace usurper openly
And vows to crown himself in Westminster.
His army is a ragged multitude
Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless:
Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother's death
Hath given them heart and courage to proceed:
All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen,
They call false caterpillars, and intend their death.

4

Winter's Tale
[IV, 4]

Servant

2095

He hath ribbons of an the colours i' the rainbow;
points more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can
learnedly handle, though they come to him by the
gross: inkles, caddisses, cambrics, lawns: why, he
sings 'em over as they were gods or goddesses; you
would think a smock were a she-angel, he so chants
to the sleeve-hand and the work about the square on't.

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