ProjectBackup/Python/CharLM/more.txt

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LUCIO:
We muse hath resistes him so sovere: son't his other wrough
stands of coverent sh'd: he has here, and stand it
and poor exceeder or a Henry's last, stay
not in faith, forewell's base of graves, thanks, happy comparel,
warmentfully: may as face by the courst, that strangth
errise hath breathed. Hastings come to Valenting.

HERMIONE:
Well have been bolly poor late
Is the lords.

ABELLA:
Let's found: I will kind him;
I do braw'sy him business wherein far his face.

LUCENTIO:
He is last afford: make him diseably to London,
Take him great Hastings, boldness in his natic keeps,
To oftragn lost me ready glust through the house.
Why chose that I dares it be a Montague.

MONTAGUE:
Woe's Claudly Haste of his own at last the Volscient,
And seen'd helpit: bearn to do it be, and most hop,
Miscause's more conterar than without this lambs
Shall down appla fortune flight flowers.

FRIAR LAUAURENCE:
His son, do your morself, that leaven your honours
Sufferable in more and suffer five.
A horse! High-graced York rights. And bother Montague
That the caapter, that I soughd him; such a chooson
Woes, that they have splight that care
Fades the respect to her spult: betfore him,
Un tell him up hine, or hope, that throw'st thou carry
apied sing with wear over the plenting long stamper
That doth butcherity. For love, what arful was an soldier
That last twain of all and Romeo runly Froth.

VALHASINA:
Nobleman; go, then both groans to us.

AUFIDIUS:
O those prepation!

AUFIDIUS:
It is: ever crimty be a house.

Second Citizen:
We give heed.

All Clarence, that makes not know work. The may say speak way.
How is my sorrow to strange on the fares
That which to play some called Margaret
The state town outward's wife, as the foul sleep;
Trickly of from thy blod'sty day blows here,
And pratess that chrospiles stalk falls up,
The world's hollow princhment, which should a bankind,
At till naKaina-daughter tae truth,
Craged from lares an oar that rems' stol-eat with blass.
Those is sometimes well call the Tale, the rod,
Submished his truth; Right states; but for ourselves,
Claud not thy hand, addingness.
No, there all conslent here pue the fault that yokUCHastisful
From servant and folling 'em how that: be drunk,
Set was halt be else, I will betwixt thee three with Tewar:
I am their man before a vile bad amiss'd
And thought have shorn'd the back-flowed of mine,
And ne'er than this, they leave spectiff.
I am to sure,
To maintain on what rash thy dam of suddise!
Thyself thee pays wither edge.
God I am speak to-morrow's like, to me speak,
Am
Dash your deliverance, nitted tongue to study.
But if you were could not love, if you such commands,
Your ignoration lightnifies
Sufficed hath granted a sacret
Divine: minute hath too should be assured,
Unless, heaven to themselvish, as I am,
Hance my father bend to them speak;
His the business' hath themselves;
For his ordance: bow his hand, hell pluck my pet!
What it brace there of his oath?
Rather? Where, whilst thou garling feet Bark? aim? stay;
So if He and him come, and make his mostake
You forbid you had stoopp'd your grace.

Servant:
He may once it indeces:
See do it between.

Provost:
Ah, sir! shall it stay the heavy nights.

PeRDINA:
Behind-foot, sir; three manner did he remiss
no slain up is disconful: slave you breast-wish.

HUMIO:
Why more lose on than ime well so fofter townd
you.

LUCIO:
How find, I must by our son?

PRINCE EDWARD:
Not I, sir?

PETHUMIO:
Base my fa-lor; I have ports to guilty:
It string is remorse: seldiers, thou retirest that Titus;
And I will have my close father- place:
I have well kings your husband; he will flow.

FRIAR:
I am nother for your highness' remain.

GREMIO:
O, ho! sent me you, mighty lord.

LEONTES:
Woe's condemn!

HERMIONE:
It light bo continued.

LEONTES:
How? most need:
Affections he hath before a knife stay:
Since I can such add not that heard him was?

LEONTES:
Shall hest this lives.
Not been dead, lord, Hortensio, Catesby thy nature,
Stay beg the myrripg-neck continuiagement?
If the rest, may be save it die.

LEONTES:
First?

LADY CALEY:
Peace! give me low.

LUCIO:
Now you have.
What will the ways?

TANTITOPHES:
For thee are spects into the actple.

LEONTES:
O, compassion of city! How say you?

LADY CAPULET:
Softly I cape her, ahave; 'tis is boldly better
That will speak of if death. There my sweety fault;
adoption in all the reasons; maintise I banish o'er
hath speak too at the object of his noble cousin:
I of all I flatter with a harmy coward confess them.

DUCHESS OF YORK:
There shades Ourself God, faith, Somerset,
How shall he furl at the sister ward with sight
Which he elseman hath avided in my pale
The spits of minist him of the ixty service;
He beauty with respesses, and though for his rose-houses,
He mpawring in the bench of farther closer,
From to the hearts enstraved to prison!
My purse in his sorrow witchch harded taunts,
And not such sin a pagman's simple and ch
His prisoner fled with sucknes.
These have is dead executions,
That I met to part; do praise him sick, as it
I cannot ded. this you by not good with with--
Histonions slughte reward of foreEd tide
Ennointments with the whose sallows I would have dream.

LUCENTIO:
Amen, my tears poor wooding Kence o'er me.
Let me hear you better here.

LUCENTIO:
But speak best should dissolve that:
Is as four, vantage we must hear it, look go,
Before I then return no strait for the peoplicy,
Before I did court with being to court his life;
And therefore I must revented with Lord Copitol:
Where pass's and loves him stem token afters,
Whom thou lovest him cand lepther than suffer
Woes year with himself ancient,
Even such knees from your hands remembrance,
And like in Paer laid sworn pray shate these comfort
Than spproves I such better fire feg;
And troaks hath the othem told them and Laurence
That hade brankling Henry himself praging.
For no hence, that say that Warwick say you,
Tile unfrom no think; let without drown him oak:
Being no sun; let him in ourself
And say the prison. O, God almoster hath the tape,
Trateful hearts, to your kissness shall the king.
If that he, since his in the heap to
Ord your garden pain to your issue with Roman patience;
Urge for highwas fortings.

MARCIUS:
Spake you would men?

First Citizen:
This shame's light: it may keThat his dead,
Elight dangly have with his painting
Remain'd out of less, bit his tongue you of their
, better drops, give for's purross, lords,
'daughted in his king in preputation;
'Tis not authority, he is coming town. A thou;
For we have suck'd him show a creature to dear
A blawford.

MENENIUS:
Marry, I am that.

MARIUS:
Agreepon't with your honours of lawfully
Is planted. The vile field mont, is only now.

COMINIUS:
Be borning to you, free father.
Please you mistress your will; say with me
But, come, my nobleman: you'll have me all profanted
What I have heard: mark'd not appointing of unhancy.
There is the no: if I all the time and prepared,
To hear you, repair'd all the narged of this
That so fashen'd by you. A Vicutio's wife,
For I am not; Here's wreck'd-for him the fire;
For thou art at Margaret.

MARCIUS:
A a guard as he which, Englant stitterp's eye.

First Senator:
Our woman is not my sit much a little;
Without duke's are for sucrelity blies,
As cipaused him, I have earth
Socing of it object, sthat upon our wretcher,
Yet Vaughan, good nigh that wantingal before him.
Come, an is act my grief, and my letter hence,
I am proce are from my set the sad wars;
I doubt not, and consul's day.

VOMERDIA:
Nay,
It should, my lord, I did, sit be satisfiance
With swinper, I choose you a snot that the man:
I, beside, I would know, rail yours, whensing;
I gave lands, I warried, and there's a man
Than young king's chambers; and that he beats, a
maskit, have I spoke a man passay.

LEONTES:
His:
son father: I hofver I have have an said 'A' quarrelishmench,
Preacers no power!

CAPULET:
These men.

Shepherd:
Meantime hate, holy great off my youngest adverse.
A thum, give me supper, Within; as are not call'd in
the repless thie: and they are warronged.

SIR STEPHEN SCROOP:
Either's defend the stain;
It is no purpose off that Calanus.
Come to Thurt, to heaven from that bless them.

LORD BERLAND:
Not passite; yet thou art quic the gols
Hath more upon them.

GRUMIO:
Though hoart'st far us it. Go you to unfolve,
You make against usurely please on ourselves,
That with make misude isshape: shall perform,
By God's nufiencence love to love with their morn.

LORD WILLOUGHBY:
The better weeps not strange; neforth mine at I
Can with all: if they should us small as found
The darting sight opposed in to in the war
Unless tenors affection to hisson's infact.
Swear hied our heart ribbors's blood?

QUEEN:
I do so, and late yourself
So wast I have: bow I have
My way, this fawn brackless the haste,
Commandementance up from his face and war.

Second Gentleman:
Be bless be dead;'--
'Thank'd you not soon to be have given all thomasks.

GLOUCESTER:
We'll, not the number; what will you are graved
Till use it was withal proft to your counselsion.

KING EDWARD IV:
'Tis near worthy children, for your lordship as flay.
Best, with what made her on this face?
Better leave me in fine ears and heir for;
A brief and old may be and givish thy grave:
To be my life,
And fear thee the woman to these foul duty!

DUKE OF YORK:
Pardon mayor yourself be longed:
Alague their laws, and given your cut offinger,
Stand all asleep you can ear faults;
Crown thou dear of thee against and up!
This moonty some prepare merry Poor,
Even so tell in them a paragment. If he, it had
The drink easemt sore gentlemen, and
Caius eseements of courtain: the heir sea would
safests those own would so sever.

HENRY'

BOLINGBROKE:
This winter's wisdover--
Here no man despain, their hands: say hath they given
Had none he enforpore himself? or he is ,
His hand lived, as they in his deposech'd;
And we make a sistor selmit on once,
The gear of less and royal night but arms
Against away; and why no