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| Forsooth, what a stench! It Doth offend my nose as though it would leap from my face! | |
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| Alack, I doth detect the vile seepage! Twas as If hell itself had opened up, but did not a wise man say, that he who doth report the stench, did the deed? | |
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| A faux on you for saying such things! You thou'art an ipudent rouge, and it scorches mine eyes to look at thou! | |
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| Am I not the only one here courting with a fair wench? Check your words before you slander me so! | |
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| Alas, Alack, you speak the truth! Oh woe is me! | |
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