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{Enter the KING of Navarre with Lords BEROWNE, LONGAVILLE, and DUMAINE.}
KING. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
Live registered upon our brazen Tombs,
And then grace us, in the disgrace of death: ...
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{Enter Armado the BRAGGART knight, and his PAGE.}
BRAGGART. Boy, What sign is it when a man of great spirit grows melancholy?
PAGE. A great sign sir that he will look sad.
BRAGGART. Why? sadness is one and ...
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{Enter the PRINCESS of France with her Ladies KATHARINE, MARIA and ROSALINE, accompanied by Lords BOYET and MARCADE.}
BOYET. Now madam summon up your dearest spirits,
Consider who the King your father sends:
To...
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{Enter BRAGGART and PAGE.}
BRAGGART. Warble child, make passionate my sense of hearing.
PAGE. Concolinel.
BRAGGART. Sweet Air, go tenderness of years, take this Key, give enlargement to the Swain, bring him ...
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{Enter PRINCESS, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, BOYET, MARCADE, with a FORESTER of Navarre.}
PRINCESS. Was that the king that spurr'd his horse so hard,
Against the steep up-rising of the hill?
FORESTER. I know...
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{Enter Holofernes the PEDANT, Nathaniel the CURATE, and DULL.}
CURATE. Very reverent sport truly, and done in the testimony of a good conscience.
PEDANT. The Deer was (as you know) sanguis in blood, ripe as the Pomwater, ...
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{Enter BEROWNE, alone, with a paper in his hand.}
BEROWNE. The king he is hunting the Deer,
I am coursing myself.
They have pitch'd a Toil, I am toiling in a pitch, pitch that defiles; defile, a foul word: Well,...
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{Enter PEDANT, CURATE, and DULL.}
PEDANT. Satis quid sufficit ,
CURATE. I praise God for you sir, your reasons at Dinner have been sharp and sententious: pleasant without scurrility, witty without affection, audacious...
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{Enter the PRINCESS, KATHARINE, MARIA, and ROSALINE.}
PRINCESS. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart,
If fairings come thus plentifully in:
A lady wall'd about with diamonds:
Look you what I have...
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{Enter BOYET. Enter KING, LONGAVILLE, DUMAINE, and BEROWNE.}
KING. Fair sir, God save you: Where’s the Princess?
BOYET. Gone to her Tent. Please it your majesty command me any service to her thither?
KING. ...