Dead Poets Society
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:07:00
Neighing in the likeness of a filly foal.
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Sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl
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in very likeness of a roasted crab.
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And when she drink, against her lips I bob
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and on her withered dewlap pour the ale.
:07:15
The wisest aunt telling the saddest tale.
- Добър е. Страхотен е направо.

:07:17
Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me.
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Then slip I from her bum,
down topples she and "Tailor" cries

:07:24
and falls into a cough.
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And then the whole quire
hold their hips and laugh

:07:29
and waxen in their mirth neeeze...
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and swear.
:07:34
A merrier hour was never wasted there.
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But, room, fairy.
:07:39
- Here comes Oberon.
- And here, my mistress. Would that he were gone.

:07:48
Then by your side, no bed-room me deny.
:07:50
For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
:07:54
Lysander riddles very prettily.
Much beshrew my manners...

:07:58
and my pride if Hermia
meant to say Lysander lied.

:08:01
But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy
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Iie further off; in human modesty,
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such separation as may well be said
becomes a virtuous bachelor and maid.

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Good night, sweet friend. Thy love
ne'er alter 'til thy sweet life end.

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Amen.
Amen to that fair prayer, say I.

:08:19
And then end life when I end loyalty.
- Нийл. Това ти беше репликата, Нийл.

:08:21
Хайде бе, Нийл.
Ето ти короната. Излизай.


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