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But he's a tried and valiant soldier.
I do not like her name.
Thou art a villain.
Thou hast undone our mother.
Where is Polonius?
So, indeed, all disquiet, horror, and perturbation follows her.
Asses are made to bear, and so are you.
Ill rest betide the chamber where thou liest!
I am no more mad than you; make the trial of it in any constant question.
I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
Villain, thou knowst no law of God nor man. No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.
I love not many words.
God send the prince a better companion.
Well, niece, I hope one day to see you fitted with a husband.
I shall cut out your tongue.
Art thou proud yet?
... these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that they always use to laugh at nothing.
Holla, you clown!
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