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Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother,
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly.
— Hamlet, Act I Scene 2
KEYWORD: hither
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In my chamber-window lies a book: bring it hither
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Do so: farewell.
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3 |
I came hither to tell you; and, circumstances
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4 |
Come hither, neighbour Seacole. God hath blessed
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And bid her come hither. |
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You come hither, my lord, to marry this lady. |
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Lady, you come hither to be married to this count. |
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A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you: but I
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Well, daughter, and you gentle-women all,
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