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I am cold myself.
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Poor fool and knave,
I have one part in my heart
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that's sorry yet for thee.
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Here is the place, my lord, enter.
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- Let me alone.
- Enter here.
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Wilt break my heart?
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I had rather break my own.
Good my lord, enter.
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Thou think 'tis much that this
contentious storm invades us?
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Good my lord, enter here.
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Prithee, go in thyself,
seek thine own ease.
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This tempest will not give me leave
to ponder on things that hurt me more.
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But I'll go in.
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In, boy, go first.
You houseless poverty.
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I'll pray, and then I'll sleep.
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Poor naked wretches,
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that bide the pelting of this
pitiless storm,
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how shall your houseless heads
and unfed sides,
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your loopt and window'd raggedness,