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| | Love's Labour's Lost |
 | | BIRON I can but say their protestation over; So much, dear liege, I have already sworn, That is, to live and study here three years. |
 | | BIRON So study evermore is overshot: While it doth study to have what it would It doth forget to do the thing it should, And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, 'Tis won as towns with fire, so won, so lost. |
 | | BIRON That you three fools lack'd me fool to make up the mess: He, he, and you, and you, my liege, and I, Are pick-purses in love, and we deserve to die. |
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