Hippolyta

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He says they can do nothing in this kind.

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THESEUS

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The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing.

Our sport shall be to take what they mistake; And what poor duty cannot do, noble respect Takes it in might, not merit.

Where I have come, great clerks have purposèd To greet me with premeditated welcomes, Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, Make periods in the midst of sentences, Throttle their practised accent in their fears, 100

And in conclusion dumbly have broke off, Not paying me a welcome. Trust me, sweet, Out of this silence yet I picked a welcome,

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