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<string name="start">Start</string>
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<string name="secure">Secure</string>
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<string name="tree">Tree</string>
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<string name="text">Text</string>
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<string name="asyncStructure">(Async structure goes here)</string>
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<string name="launchAirplane">Launch airplane mode</string>
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<string name="confirm">Confirm</string>
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<string name="abort">Abort</string>
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<string name="complete">Complete</string>
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<string name="abortVoice">Abort Voice</string>
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<string name="commandVoice">Command</string>
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<string name="completeVoice">Complete Voice</string>
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<string name="pickVoice">Pick Voice</string>
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<string name="cancelVoice">Cancel</string>
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<string name="jumpOut">Jump out</string>
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<string name="startFromActivity">Start voice interaction</string>
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<string name="largetext">This is a bunch of text that we will use to show how we handle it
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when reporting it for assist data. We need many many lines of text, like\n
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this\n
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and\n
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this other\n
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<big><big><big>So shaken as we are, so wan with care,\n
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Find we a time for frighted peace to pant,\n</big>
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And breathe short-winded accents of new broils\n
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To be commenced in strands afar remote.\n</big>
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No more the thirsty entrance of this soil\n
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Shall daub her lips with her own children\'s blood;\n</big>
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<b>Nor more shall trenching war channel her fields,\n
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Nor bruise her flowerets with the armed hoofs\n</b>
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<i>Of hostile paces: those opposed eyes,\n
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Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven,\n</i>
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All of one nature, of one substance bred,\n
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Did lately meet in the intestine shock\n
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And furious close of civil butchery\n
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Shall now, in mutual well-beseeming ranks,\n
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March all one way and be no more opposed\n
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Against acquaintance, kindred and allies:\n
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The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife,\n
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No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends,\n
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As far as to the sepulchre of Christ,\n
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Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross\n
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We are impressed and engaged to fight,\n
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Forthwith a power of English shall we levy;\n
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Whose arms were moulded in their mothers\' womb\n
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To chase these pagans in those holy fields\n
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Over whose acres walk\'d those blessed feet\n
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Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail\'d\n
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For our advantage on the bitter cross.\n
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But this our purpose now is twelve month old,\n
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And bootless \'tis to tell you we will go:\n
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Therefore we meet not now. Then let me hear\n
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Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland,\n
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What yesternight our council did decree\n
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In forwarding this dear expedience.\n
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\n
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Hear him but reason in divinity,\n
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And all-admiring with an inward wish\n
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You would desire the king were made a prelate:\n
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Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs,\n
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You would say it hath been all in all his study:\n
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List his discourse of war, and you shall hear\n
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A fearful battle render\'d you in music:\n
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Turn him to any cause of policy,\n
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The Gordian knot of it he will unloose,\n
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Familiar as his garter: that, when he speaks,\n
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The air, a charter\'d libertine, is still,\n
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And the mute wonder lurketh in men\'s ears,\n
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To steal his sweet and honey\'d sentences;\n
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So that the art and practic part of life\n
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Must be the mistress to this theoric:\n
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Which is a wonder how his grace should glean it,\n
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Since his addiction was to courses vain,\n
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His companies unletter\'d, rude and shallow,\n
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His hours fill\'d up with riots, banquets, sports,\n
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And never noted in him any study,\n
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Any retirement, any sequestration\n
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From open haunts and popularity.\n
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\n
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I come no more to make you laugh: things now,\n
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That bear a weighty and a serious brow,\n
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Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe,\n
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Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow,\n
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e now present. Those that can pity, here\n
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May, if they think it well, let fall a tear;\n
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The subject will deserve it. Such as give\n
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Their money out of hope they may believe,\n
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May here find truth too. Those that come to see\n
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Only a show or two, and so agree\n
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The play may pass, if they be still and willing,\n
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I\'ll undertake may see away their shilling\n
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Richly in two short hours. Only they\n
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That come to hear a merry bawdy play,\n
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A noise of targets, or to see a fellow\n
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In a long motley coat guarded with yellow,\n
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Will be deceived; for, gentle hearers, know,\n
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To rank our chosen truth with such a show\n
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As fool and fight is, beside forfeiting\n
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Our own brains, and the opinion that we bring,\n
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To make that only true we now intend,\n
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Will leave us never an understanding friend.\n
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Therefore, for goodness\' sake, and as you are known\n
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The first and happiest hearers of the town,\n
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Be sad, as we would make ye: think ye see\n
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The very persons of our noble story\n
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As they were living; think you see them great,\n
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And follow\'d with the general throng and sweat\n
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Of thousand friends; then in a moment, see\n
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How soon this mightiness meets misery:\n
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And, if you can be merry then, I\'ll say\n
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A man may weep upon his wedding-day.\n
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<big>First, heaven be the record to my speech!\n
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In the devotion of a subject\'s love,\n</big>
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<b>Tendering the precious safety of my prince,\n
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And free from other misbegotten hate,\n</b>
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Come I appellant to this princely presence.\n
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Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee,\n
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And mark my greeting well; for what I speak\n
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My body shall make good upon this earth,\n
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Or my divine soul answer it in heaven.\n
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Thou art a traitor and a miscreant,\n
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Too good to be so and too bad to live,\n
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Since the more fair and crystal is the sky,\n
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The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.\n
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Once more, the more to aggravate the note,\n
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With a foul traitor\'s name stuff I thy throat;\n
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And wish, so please my sovereign, ere I move,\n
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What my tongue speaks my right drawn sword may prove.\n
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Now is the winter of our discontent\n
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Made glorious summer by this sun of York;\n
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And all the clouds that lour\'d upon our house\n
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In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.\n
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Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;\n
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Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;\n
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Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,\n
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Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.\n
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Grim-visaged war hath smooth\'d his wrinkled front;\n
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And now, instead of mounting barded steeds\n
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To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,\n
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He capers nimbly in a lady\'s chamber\n
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To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.\n
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But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,\n
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Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;\n
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I, that am rudely stamp\'d, and want love\'s majesty\n
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To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;\n
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I, that am curtail\'d of this fair proportion,\n
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Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,\n
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Deformed, unfinish\'d, sent before my time\n
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Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,\n
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And that so lamely and unfashionable\n
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That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;\n
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Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,\n
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Have no delight to pass away the time,\n
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Unless to spy my shadow in the sun\n
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And descant on mine own deformity:\n
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And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,\n
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To entertain these fair well-spoken days,\n
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I am determined to prove a villain\n
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And hate the idle pleasures of these days.\n
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Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,\n
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By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams,\n
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To set my brother Clarence and the king\n
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In deadly hate the one against the other:\n
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And if King Edward be as true and just\n
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As I am subtle, false and treacherous,\n
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This day should Clarence closely be mew\'d up,\n
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About a prophecy, which says that \'G\'\n
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Of Edward\'s heirs the murderer shall be.\n
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Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here\n
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Clarence comes.\n
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To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else,\n
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it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and\n
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hindered me half a million; laughed at my losses,\n
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mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my\n
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bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine\n
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enemies; and what\'s his reason? I am a Jew. Hath\n
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not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs,\n
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dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with\n
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the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject\n
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to the same diseases, healed by the same means,\n
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warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as\n
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a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed?\n
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if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison\n
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us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not\n
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revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will\n
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resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,\n
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what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian\n
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wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by\n
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Christian example? Why, revenge. The villany you\n
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teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I\n
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will better the instruction.\n
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Virtue! a fig! \'tis in ourselves that we are thus\n
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or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which\n
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our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant\n
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nettles, or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up\n
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thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs, or\n
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distract it with many, either to have it sterile\n
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with idleness, or manured with industry, why, the\n
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power and corrigible authority of this lies in our\n
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wills. If the balance of our lives had not one\n
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scale of reason to poise another of sensuality, the\n
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blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us\n
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to most preposterous conclusions: but we have\n
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reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal\n
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stings, our unbitted lusts, whereof I take this that\n
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you call love to be a sect or scion.\n
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Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!\n
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You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout\n
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Till you have drench\'d our steeples, drown\'d the cocks!\n
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You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,\n
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Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,\n
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Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,\n
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Smite flat the thick rotundity o\' the world!\n
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Crack nature\'s moulds, an germens spill at once,\n
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That make ingrateful man!
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