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| Whither goest thou, comely wench? Hath the hour grown already so tardy? | |
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| Verily, noble Sir, it doth behove me to return to my place of labour. | |
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| Pah! We'll have none of that. Thy labour henceforth shall be genuflection, to wit, for the receipt of my lascivious will. | |
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| I kneel to receive thy seminal blessing, m'lord. | |
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| I don't think this is going to fly with the Globe Theatre. | |
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| Stop letting him write the scripts. It's hard to read a dictionary with semen in your eyes. | |
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