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| Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads. Take it in what sense thou wilt. | |
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| Me they shall feel while I am able to stand, and tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh. | |
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| 'Tis well thou art not fish. If thou hadst, thou hadst been poor-john. Draw thy tool! Here comes of the house of Montagues. | |
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