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1121	Shakespeare, William	As You Like It			.txt	text/plain	23665	2947	96	Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, which thou shalt thou, if the truth of thy love to me were so righteously temper'd he hath taken away from thy father perforce, I will render thee Marry, I prithee, do, to make sport withal; but love no man Thou art thy father's daughter; there's enough. What shall I call thee when thou art a man? Enter DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, and two or three LORDS, like foresters O good old man, how well in thee appears But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth manners; if thou never saw'st good manners, then thy manners must Many a man has good horns and knows no end And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love; Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love.	./cache/1121.txt	./txt/1121.txt