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I am one, my liege,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have so incensed that I am reckless what
I do to spite the world.
— Macbeth, Act III Scene 1
KEYWORD: crocodile
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Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud by the
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What manner o' thing is your crocodile? |
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'Swounds, show me what thou't do.
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Free lords, cold snow melts with the sun's hot beams.
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O devil, devil!
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