Tell
me your counsels, I will not disclose 'em:
I
have made strong proof of my constancy,
Giving
myself a voluntary wound
Here,
in the thigh: can I bear that with patience.
And
not my husband's secrets?
(Julius
Caesar, Act 2, Scene 1, Lines 926-930)
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…prove
that ever I lose more blood
with
love than I will get again with drinking, pick
out
mine eyes with a ballad-maker's pen and hang me
up
at the door of a brothel-house for the sign of
blind
Cupid.
(Much
Ado About Nothing, Act 1, Scene 1, Lines 224-228)
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I will not love: if
I do, hang me; i' faith, I will not.
(Love's Labour's Lost, Act 4, Scene 3, Lines 1326-1327)
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I will not love: if
I do, hang me; i' faith, I will not.
(Love's Labour's Lost, Act 4, Scene 3, Lines 1326-1327)
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