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			| Deere L. you are full of faire words. | Dear lord, you are full of fair words. | TC III.i.47 | 
		
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			| O sir. | O sir –  | TC III.i.54 | 
		
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			| Nay, this shall not hedge vs out, weele heare you | Nay, this shall not hedge us out; we'll hear you | TC III.i.59 | 
		
			| sing certainely. | sing, certainly. | TC III.i.60 | 
		
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			| My Lord Pandarus, hony sweete Lord. | My Lord Pandarus, honey-sweet lord –  | TC III.i.64 | 
		
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			| You shall not bob vs out of our melody: / If you doe,  | You shall not bob us out of our melody; if you do, | TC III.i.67 | 
		
			| our melancholly vpon your head. | our melancholy upon your head! | TC III.i.68 | 
		
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			| And to make a sweet Lady sad, is a sower offence. | And to make a sweet lady sad is a sour offence. | TC III.i.71 | 
		
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			| My Lord Pandarus? | My Lord Pandarus –  | TC III.i.76 | 
		
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			| Nay but my Lord? | Nay, but, my lord –  | TC III.i.80 | 
		
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			| You must not know where he sups. | You must not know where he sups. | TC III.i.83 | 
		
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			| Why this is kindely done? | Why, this is kindly done. | TC III.i.93 | 
		
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			| She shall haue it my Lord, if it be not my Lord | She shall have it, my lord, if it be not my Lord | TC III.i.96 | 
		
			| Paris. | Paris. | TC III.i.97 | 
		
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			| Falling in after falling out, may make them  | Falling in after falling out may make them | TC III.i.100 | 
		
			| three. | three. | TC III.i.101 | 
		
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			| I, I, prethee now: by my troth sweet Lord thou | Ay, ay, prithee now. By my troth, sweet lord, thou | TC III.i.104 | 
		
			| hast a fine fore-head. | hast a fine forehead. | TC III.i.105 | 
		
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			| Let thy song be loue: this loue will vndoe vs al. Oh  | Let thy song be love; this love will undo us all. O | TC III.i.107 | 
		
			| Cupid, Cupid, Cupid. | Cupid, Cupid, Cupid! | TC III.i.108 | 
		
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			| In loue yfaith to the very tip of the nose. | In love, i'faith, to the very tip of the nose. | TC III.i.124 | 
		
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			| He hangs the lippe at something; you know all | He hangs the lip at something – you know all, | TC III.i.136 | 
		
			| Lord Pandarus? | Lord Pandarus. | TC III.i.137 | 
		
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			| Commend me to your Neece. | Commend me to your niece. | TC III.i.143 | 
		
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			| 'Twill make vs proud to be his seruant Paris: | 'Twill make us proud to be his servant, Paris; | TC III.i.152 | 
		
			| Yea what he shall receiue of vs in duetie, | Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty | TC III.i.153 | 
		
			| Giues vs more palme in beautie then we haue: | Gives us more palm in beauty than we have, | TC III.i.154 | 
		
			| Yea ouershines our selfe. | Yea, overshines ourself. | TC III.i.155 |