Love's Labour's Lost by William Shakespeare
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MOTH.
That an eel is quick. ARMADO. I do say thou art quick in answers: thou heat'st my blood. MOTH. I am answered, sir. ARMADO. I love not to be crossed. MOTH. [Aside] He speaks the mere contrary: crosses love not him. ARMADO. I have promised to study three years with the duke. MOTH. You may do it in an hour, sir. ARMADO. Impossible. MOTH. How many is one thrice told? @@@@ ARMADO. I am ill at reck'ning; it fitteth the spirit of a tapster. |
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