Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;
Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn.
(The Two Gentlemen Of Verona)
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Since then my office hath so far prevail'd
That face to face and royal eye to eye
You have congreeted, let it not disgrace me
If I demand, before this royal view,
What rub or what impediment there is
Why that the naked, poor, and mangled Peace,
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If thou that bid'st me be content wert grim,
Ugly, and sland'rous to thy mother's womb,
Full of unpleasing blots and sightless stains,
Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious,
Patch'd with foul moles and eye-offending marks,
I would not care, I then would be content;
For then I should not love thee; no, nor thou
Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown.
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Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright to have done, is to hang; Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail; In monumental mockery.
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As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.
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