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If music be the food of love, play on.
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken and so die. (1.1.1-3)

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O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,
Methought she purged the air of pestilence.
That instant was I turned into a hart,
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
E'er since pursue me. (1.1.20-24)

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I could not stay behind you. My desire,More sharp than filèd steel, did spur me forth;And not all love to see you, though so muchAs might have drawn one to a longer voyage,But jealousy what might befall your travel,Being skill-less in these parts, which to a stranger,Unguided and unfriended, often proveRough and unhospitable. My willing love,The rather by these arguments of fear.Set forth in your pursuit. (3.3.4-13)

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I could not stay behind you. My desire,More sharp than filèd steel, did spur me forth;And not all love to see you, though so muchAs might have drawn one to a longer voyage,But jealousy what might befall your travel,Being skill-less in these parts, which to a stranger,Unguided and unfriended, often proveRough and unhospitable. My willing love,The rather by these arguments of fear.Set forth in your pursuit. (3.3.4-13)

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Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions and spiritDo give thee five-fold blazon. Not too fast! Soft,    soft!Unless the master were the man. How now?Even so quickly may one catch the plague? (1.5.297-301)

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Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions and spiritDo give thee five-fold blazon. Not too fast! Soft,    soft!Unless the master were the man. How now?Even so quickly may one catch the plague? (1.5.297-301)

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Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats.He's a very fool and a prodigal. (1.3.23-24)

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Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats.He's a very fool and a prodigal. (1.3.23-24)

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Be not amazed; right noble is his blood.If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,I shall have share in this most happy wrack. (5.1.276-278)

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Be not amazed; right noble is his blood.If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,I shall have share in this most happy wrack. (5.1.276-278)

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Why, 'some are born great, some achieve greatness,and some have greatness thrown upon them.' (5.1.393-394)

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Why, 'some are born great, some achieve greatness,and some have greatness thrown upon them.' (5.1.393-394)

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My masters, are you mad? Or what are you? Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do you make an ale-house of my lady's house, that you squeak out your coziers' catches without any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you? (2.3.87-93)

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My masters, are you mad? Or what are you? Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do you make an ale-house of my lady's house, that you squeak out your coziers' catches without any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you? (2.3.87-93)