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Dataset: Tiny Shakespeare (~1MB) | |
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Nodes: 256 | |
MENENIUS: | |
Any so I do go! my seques! where's mes! | |
I send firm incensed: Has a talk. | |
LEONTES: | |
That was certain's wind's prison of the war. | |
Spurn you, let our sovereign. Let with tall their tides | |
Have we advidence is now were looks to'd not | |
Into I may delivices, like uncles. | |
Without thy beao, and thenech the house of Mask'd, | |
As you down husby bless for one given | |
To call the paunt patricians patient eyed! | |
Should to be a praced; but therefore not now, | |
And then I, 'tis beth the satched. | |
ANTIGONUS: | |
We will serve; for premedicious, | |
The shall she said with care in them free well, | |
Before did I known us off of you | |
Than hast, norship! Then thou canst stay you. | |
MENENIUS: | |
Sir, I will betide his field; | |
And one highal thou maring, Geodnecy, we be sullen! | |
Upon you, and let thee not in thee, my poor forwiven | |
As she's this over four, which rushes, his store thrice | |
Is deadly perfection the vain of chose | |
Thy that will blood and the lily of land! | |
But to supplation. This my son: but take our stand to galls. | |
KING HENRY VI: | |
My lold. | |
MONTAGUE: | |
Persuaded, as second brother, cut out. | |
GLOUCESTER: | |
Say you? | |
KING EDWARD IV: | |
Brofour, the highness shall do it: | |
O God as majesty, give you know their good name, | |
And comes wanting cheer-dring of thee; | |
To Lay, an Easle to lain these end of ourst gravely: | |
The caius lives and ordistgrant, | |
What wakes indick?--any is no joy'd than o | |
mark cloth the last, you'll make possession. | |
DUKE OF YORK: | |
Then from night. | |
ANTIGONUS: | |
It well, and being heining steals you: | |
And my warled undinking the yive, | |
Now so, your yield and the capses; | |
But they green about to give nearness beholding. | |
WARWICK: | |
Tuckingbroke! O world love the Earl to go; | |
To Rome. He's do the trick's of his heads | |
From the selven possess or walker than suffering postiness | |
And right, whilst dair I hear me; | |
But trust will not first staining choserses passian | |
Lie in those your blaminussing villain's powers | |
And dare kiss not, again another than your ground, | |
And bear the gods that mayst thou deforms on your lord, | |
of what exchange in pardon. | |
All Murderer: | |
I may till my friend! | |
MISTREM: | |
Well, Lancaster Rome, take our curch wither | |
To free's faps of king; heng, stolen | |
The kneats upon his heads do indeed, | |
We thanks' nuggest cause together, provoid, | |
But death'd where let upon mine own intercemble, | |
Pollo's in thy Isan so. | |
Weing well put reflitigue. | |
PRINCE: | |
And then why is the queen. | |
KING EDWARD IV: | |
After them merry's paolers? | |
AUTOLYCUS: | |
I am the measure, are she-- | |
KING HENRY VI: | |
God bury in the speech. | |
PRINS: | |
Be said! When I mie. Brey, for thy swight-stree | |
To lie me weeper compless that speak, | |
Wherein it so as calllence knees, | |
The field for thrifts welcome, Froth, then Edward's | |
dayful sighs of daughter'd welp and horse your ficture! | |
KING RICHARD III: | |
Now, by cheek me, and that Mardle Bainture kind | |
His sokity; I throw one answer? | |
DUCHESS OBFINI: | |
Now, Richard, Aubus, says, yet broke your life have | |
Intending him be burn's deed me fort Edward. | |
QUEEN MARGARET: | |
Tedrable! | |
KING RICHARD III: | |
I dear thee, fell the dod bid I ded in | |
an thee? | |
KING RICHARD III: | |
O sil! | |
But she die? | |
BUCKINGHAM:: | |
On the goose that you, she's death; but not | |
Suppraise of your power not?' | |
Is throw by the deviress' tadded, extraised | |
Heaven pleasanted out to justing Froth, Tyy, | |
And colls of craves the high about his truth, | |
And high our shame wome blessed in the news of an | |
given a taltoly. Capot, I cannot I? | |
Tirrd: | |
What would I be ope-wind again, in this: | |
I have much to counterfeice. That he a care | |
Opportry is early Edward'd souls, | |
I mest wine an eyes hours, what will gift the power, into I | |
To abide the babes of meece! mean, when myself | |
Against these pardon clamours; do the very | |
froth on a holy hagh an weaknessly, | |
Were ope's little women? | |
FRIAR LAURENCE: | |
The ladies, pawn o' the lord shall cry to our galled | |
have blown.--your backs, when I will both. | |
Second Citizen: | |
Golden Lord is power mother, lold; | |
Herself you defending, nothing, | |
I was no man shall not stop you wounds him, | |
That hath lamine on; with us, then of the pride. | |
TYRREL: | |
I, tell it wellfhipbdested of hence, | |
For the troth or time? sArace, I'll warron'd | |
Should as a despising to make thee waters, as we | |
pought a footed, against the sanswer to week. | |
I scould have come the most o' the violent, | |
I nothing fortune winter at this judgment of false | |
Should come and much and justice; | |
Then have you shall not my teeth fulls, | |
Which is the dreaments was so right they should stop dayself, | |
nalmed you, like a quiet possession. | |
Whilier thee to brother, to grieve me cry | |
Will be his interpreting him be call'd. | |
JOHN OF AIEL: | |
For in my sheet? | |
VOLUMNIA: | |
LADY RIAU: | |
You unknownly tell Since all you are thee! | |
NORTHUMBERLAND: | |
Nay, by these here are for business'd, is anward | |
In heart unto the king, little incens'd. | |
JULIET: | |
How marry, some staff that shall now, wine honest | |
Whose embraced? it saying prife but deceived. |
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