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I would that I were low laid in my grave:
I am not worth this coil that's made for me.
— King John, Act II Scene 1
KEYWORD: chill
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Chill not let go, zir, without vurther 'cagion. |
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Good gentleman, go your gait, and let poor voke pass. An chud
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Chill pick your teeth, zir. Come! No matter vor your foins. |