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One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens.
— Othello, Act II Scene 1
KEYWORD: born
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Where were you born, friend? |
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The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept:
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I am now going to resolve him: I had rather my
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It was a mad fantastical trick of him to steal from
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[Aside] This is his pardon, purchased by such sin
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A Bohemian born, but here nursed un and bred; one
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Hath he born himself penitently in prison? how
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By the vow of mine order I warrant you, if my
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