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| This castle hath a pleasent seat. The air nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto a gentle senses. | |
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| Yes, father, we know the Macbeths use tons of Febreeze. Just keep walking. | |
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| All our service, In every point twice done and then done double, Were poor and single business to contend against those honors deep and broad wherewith Your majesty loads our house. | |
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| Say, is that Black Pudding and Blood Sausage? | |
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| Of course. We make them ourselves out of our dead enemies. | |
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