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• Well, peace be with you, sir, here comes my man
• Your worship in that sense may call him man
• Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
• O calm, dishonorable, vile submission!
• A plague a'both houses! I am sped.
• Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch, marry, 'tis enough
• O sweet Juliet, thy beauty hath made me effeminate
• And fired-eye fury be my conduct now!
• Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
•  I do protest I never injured thee