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Love's Labour's Lost by William Shakespeare
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So I heard you say.

ARMADO.
And so, farewell.

JAQUENETTA.
Fair weather after you!

DULL.
Come, Jaquenetta, away!

[Exit with JAQUENETTA.]

ARMADO.
Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences ere thou be
pardoned.

COSTARD.
Well, sir, I hope when I do it I shall do it on a full
stomach.

ARMADO.
Thou shalt be heavily punished.

COSTARD.
I am more bound to you than your fellows, for they are but
lightly rewarded.

ARMADO.
Take away this villain: shut him up.
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