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Must I
With my base tongue give to my noble heart
A lie that it must bear? Well, I will do't:
Yet, were there but this single plot to lose,
This mould of Marcius, they to dust should grind it
And throw't against the wind. To the market-place!
You have put me to such a part which never
I shall discharge to the life

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一向年光有限身。等閒離別易銷魂。酒筵歌席莫辭頻。
滿目山河空念遠，落花風雨更傷春。不如憐取眼前人。

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