Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare
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Mar. My purpose is indeed a horse of that colour An. And your horse now would make him an Asse Mar. Asse, I doubt not An. O twill be admirable Mar. Sport royall I warrant you: I know my Physicke will worke with him, I will plant you two, and let the Foole make a third, where he shall finde the Letter: obserue his construction of it: For this night to bed, and dreame on the euent: Farewell. Exit To. Good night Penthisilea An. Before me she's a good wench To. She's a beagle true bred, and one that adores me: what o'that? An. I was ador'd once too To. Let's to bed knight: Thou hadst neede send for more money An. If I cannot recouer your Neece, I am a foule way |
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