I will go tell him of fair Hermia’s flight: Then to the wood will he to-morrow night Pursue her; and for this intelligence If I have thanks, it is a dear expense: But herein mean...
—William Shakespeare
O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!
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