Love's Labour's Lost by William Shakespeare
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DULL. Me, an't please you; I am Antony Dull. KING. 'For Jaquenetta,--so is the weaker vessel called, which I apprehended with the aforesaid swain,--I keep her as a vessel of thy law's fury; and shall, at the least of thy sweet notice, bring her to trial. Thine, in all compliments of devoted and heart-burning heat of duty, DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO.' BEROWNE. This is not so well as I looked for, but the best that ever I heard. KING. Ay, the best for the worst. But, sirrah, what say you to this? COSTARD. Sir, I confess the wench. KING. Did you hear the proclamation? COSTARD. I do confess much of the hearing it, but little of the marking of it. KING. |
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