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O, do you see this?
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Look on her.
:52:11
Look, her lips.
:52:15
Look there,
:52:18
look there!
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Look up, my lord.
Vex not his ghost.
:52:56
O, let him pass.
:52:58
He hates him that would
upon the rack of this worid
stretch him out longer.
:53:08
Friends of my soul,
:53:11
you twain rule in this realm
and the gor'd state sustain.
:53:19
I have a journey,
sir, shortly to go.
:53:23
My master calls me;
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I must not say no.
:53:29
The weight of this sad time
we must obey.
:53:35
Speak what we feel,
not what we ought to say.
:53:41
The oldest hath borne most.
:53:46
We that are young
:53:48
shall never see so much
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nor live so long.