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					<description><![CDATA[LovePolixenes: This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever Ran on the green-sward: nothing she does or seems But smacks of something greater than herself, Too noble for this place. The Winter&#8217;s Tale, Act IV, Scene 4]]></description>
		
		
		
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					<description><![CDATA[LoveShepherd: Now bless thyself: thou mettest with things dying, I with things newborn. The Winter&#8217;s Tale, Act III, Scene 3]]></description>
		
		
		
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					<description><![CDATA[LovePolixenes: You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature. Perdita: So it is Polixenes: Then make your garden rich in [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
		
		
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					<description><![CDATA[LoveAutolycus: Will you buy any tape, Or lace for your cape, My dainty duck, my dear-a? Any silk, any thread, Any toys for your head, Of the new’st and finest, finest wear-a? Come to the pedlar; Money’s a medler. That doth utter all men’s ware-a. The Winter&#8217;s Tale, Act 4 Scene 4]]></description>
		
		
		
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					<description><![CDATA[LoveSecond Gentleman. What, pray you, became of Antigonus, that carried hence the child? Third Gentleman. Like an old tale still, which will have matter to rehearse, though credit be asleep and not an ear open. He was torn to pieces with a bear: The Winter&#8217;s Tale, Act V, Scene 2]]></description>
		
		
		
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