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    <text>cat or a lugged bear. Prince Or an old 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt;, or a lover's lute. Falstaff</text>
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    <text>And let them grapple: O, the blood more stirs To rouse a 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; than to start a hare! Northumberland</text>
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    <text>true prince? why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules: but beware instinct; the 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great</text>
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    <text>think the better of myself and thee during my life; I for a valiant 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt;, and thou for a true prince But, by the Lord, lads, I am glad you have</text>
    <link>./1?byte=193008</link>
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    <text>A clip-winged griffin and a moulten raven, A couching 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; and a ramping cat, And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff</text>
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    <text>Exceedingly well read, and profited In strange concealments, valiant as a 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; And wondrous affable and as bountiful</text>
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    <text>whelp. Prince And why not as the 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt;? Falstaff The king himself is</text>
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    <text>Falstaff The king himself is to be feared as the 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt;: dost thou think I'll fear thee as I fear thy father?</text>
    <link>./1?byte=324032</link>
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    <text>His bloody sword he brandished over me, And, like a hungry 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt;, did commence Rough deeds of rage and stern impatience;</text>
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    <text>a sensible lord. I have checked him for it, and the young 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; repents; marry, not in ashes and sackcloth, but in new silk and old sack.</text>
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    <text>The very instruments of chastisement: So that his power, like to a fangless 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt;, May offer, but not hold.</text>
    <link>./3?byte=328433</link>
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    <text>Small curs are not regarded when they grin; But great men tremble when the 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; roars; And Humphrey is no little man in England.</text>
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    <text>Of Salisbury, who can report of him, That winter 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt;, who in rage forgets Aged contusions and all brush of time,</text>
    <link>./4?byte=480458</link>
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    <text>open them. Edmund So looks the pent-up 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; o'er the wretch That trembles under his devouring paws;</text>
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    <text>Methought he bore him in the thickest troop As doth a 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; in a herd of neat; Or as a bear, encompassed round with dogs,</text>
    <link>./5?byte=103668</link>
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    <text>No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace: And when the 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; fawns upon the lamb, The lamb will never cease to follow him. Shout within, "A Lancaster!</text>
    <link>./5?byte=379797</link>
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    <text>Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, Under whose shade the ramping 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; slept, Whose top-branch overpeered Jove's spreading tree</text>
    <link>./5?byte=403518</link>
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    <text>With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague, That in their chains fettered the kingly 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; And made the forest tremble when they roared.</text>
    <link>./5?byte=454827</link>
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    <text>Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish; A vapour sometime like a bear or 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt;, A towered citadel, a pendent rock,</text>
    <link>./6?byte=430142</link>
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    <text>The ambition in my love thus plagues itself: The hind that would be mated by the 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though a plague,</text>
    <link>./7?byte=20495</link>
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    <text>His death was so effected: better 'twere I met the ravin 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; when he roared With sharp constraint of hunger; better 'twere</text>
    <link>./7?byte=232122</link>
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    <text>I thought thy heart had been wounded with the claws of a 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt;. Orlando Wounded it is, but with</text>
    <link>./8?byte=368482</link>
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    <text>Upon my party, I'ld revolt, to make Only my wars with him: he is a 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; That I am proud to hunt.</text>
    <link>./10?byte=47096</link>
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    <text>If that same demon that hath gulled thee thus Should with his 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; gait walk the whole world, He might return to vasty Tartar back,</text>
    <link>./13?byte=112747</link>
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    <text>valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt;. Constable Just, just; and the</text>
    <link>./13?byte=260385</link>
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    <text>He parted frowning from me, as if ruin Leaped from his eyes: so looks the chafed 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; Upon the daring huntsman that has galled him;</text>
    <link>./14?byte=290276</link>
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    <text>Besides — I ha' not since put up my sword Against the Capitol I met a 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt;, Who glazed upon me, and went surly by,</text>
    <link>./15?byte=71797</link>
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    <text>That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars As doth the 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; in the Capitol, A man no mightier than thyself or me</text>
    <link>./15?byte=79944</link>
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    <text>But that he sees the Romans are but sheep He were no 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt;, were not Romans hinds. Those that with haste will make a mighty fire</text>
    <link>./15?byte=84356</link>
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    <text>Against whose fury and unmatched force The aweless 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; could not wage the fight, Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand.</text>
    <link>./16?byte=45763</link>
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    <text>Arthur, that great forerunner of thy blood, Richard, that robbed the 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; of his heart And fought the holy wars in Palestine,</text>
    <link>./16?byte=47899</link>
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    <text>O, well did he become that lion's robe That did disrobe the 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; of that robe! Bastard It</text>
    <link>./16?byte=67854</link>
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    <text>Bastard O, tremble, for you hear the 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; roar. King John Up higher to the</text>
    <link>./16?byte=90589</link>
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    <text>France, thou mayst hold a serpent by the tongue, A cased 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; by the mortal paw, A fasting tiger safer by the tooth,</text>
    <link>./16?byte=170811</link>
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    <text>Show boldness and aspiring confidence. What, shall they seek the 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; in his den, And fright him there? and make him tremble there?</text>
    <link>./16?byte=317970</link>
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    <text>And tame the savage spirit of wild war, That, like a 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; fostered up at hand, It may lie gently at the foot of peace,</text>
    <link>./16?byte=330948</link>
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    <text>This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch, The 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; and the belly-pinched wolf Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs,</text>
    <link>./17?byte=252573</link>
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    <text>in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; in prey. Let not the creaking of shoes nor the rustling of silks betray thy poor heart to</text>
    <link>./17?byte=290819</link>
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    <text>DE ARMADO." Thus dost thou hear the Nemean 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; roar 'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey.</text>
    <link>./18?byte=170862</link>
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    <text>You will be scraped out of the painted cloth for this: your 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt;, that holds his poll-axe sitting on a close-stool, will be given to Ajax: he will</text>
    <link>./18?byte=390792</link>
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    <text>them all. Berowne An thou wert a 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt;, we would do so. Boyet Therefore,</text>
    <link>./18?byte=398979</link>
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    <text>Yes; As sparrows eagles, or the hare the 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt;. If I say sooth, I must report they were</text>
    <link>./20?byte=15889</link>
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    <text>promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt;: he hath indeed better bettered expectation than you must expect of me to</text>
    <link>./21?byte=9001</link>
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    <text>Which for this fourteen years we have let slip; Even like an o'ergrown 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; in a cave, That goes not out to prey. Now, as fond fathers,</text>
    <link>./22?byte=52687</link>
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    <text>Pluck the young sucking cubs from the she-bear, Yea, mock the 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; when 'a roars for prey, To win thee, lady. But, alas the while!</text>
    <link>./23?byte=83628</link>
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    <text>Thisbe 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;Lion&lt;/span&gt; Wall</text>
    <link>./24?byte=6825</link>
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    <text>roaring. Bottom Let me play the 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; too: I will roar, that I will do any man's heart good to hear me; I will</text>
    <link>./24?byte=53815</link>
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    <text>The next thing then she waking looks upon, Be it on 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt;, bear, or wolf, or bull, On meddling monkey, or on busy ape,</text>
    <link>./24?byte=84314</link>
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    <text>Snout Will not the ladies be afeard of the 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt;? Starveling I fear it, I</text>
    <link>./24?byte=123482</link>
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    <text>Masters, you ought to consider with yourselves: to bring in — God shield us! — a 
&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt; among ladies is a most dreadful thing; for there is not a more</text>
    <link>./24?byte=124024</link>
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