Loves Labour Lost by William Shakespeare
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Enter Berowne. Ber. O my good knaue Costard, exceedingly well met Clow. Pray you sir, How much Carnation Ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration? Ber. What is a remuneration? Cost. Marrie sir, halfe pennie farthing Ber. O, Why then threefarthings worth of Silke Cost. I thanke your worship, God be wy you Ber. O stay slaue, I must employ thee: As thou wilt win my fauour, good my knaue, Doe one thing for me that I shall intreate Clow. When would you haue it done sir? Ber. O this after-noone Clo. Well, I will doe it sir: Fare you well Ber. O thou knowest not what it is Clo. I shall know sir, when I haue done it Ber. Why villaine thou must know first Clo. I wil come to your worship to morrow morning |
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