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14356625 No.14356625 [Reply] [Original]

>Cry 'Havoc!,' and let slip the dogs of war!

>> No.14356628

>>14356625
>hogs

>> No.14356696

>Remember the old dogs!
>Remember their rage!

>> No.14356786
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14356786

>Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!

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14356968

>Every dog must have his day.

>> No.14356974

>All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely coomers.

>> No.14357002
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>>14356625
>"I SING OF ARMS AND OF A MAN, HIS FATE HAD MADE HIM FUGITIVE!"

>> No.14357089

>A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!

>> No.14357146
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>We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
>For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
>Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
>This day shall gentle his condition;
>And gentlemen in England now a-bed
>Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
>And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
>That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

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>bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthur — nuk!

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14357458

>Have I played the part well? Then applaud as I exit.

>> No.14358210

>I think Crab, my dog, be the sourest-natured
dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father
wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat
wringing her hands, and all our house in a great
perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed
one tear: he is a stone, a very pebble stone, and
has no more pity in him than a dog: a Jew would have
wept to have seen our parting; why, my grandam,
having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my
parting.