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 1 Int|           I know what you will say: why, how strait-laced Aeneas
 2 Int|  weakening mind. Old age, they say, and failing strength brought
 3 Pre|     with which two fond—not to say doting—lovers burned for
 4   1|   these: For my part, I cannot say whether their faces are
 5   1|   should deceive him or, as we say, give him horns.~ ~ This
 6   2|           I know that what you say is right,’ Lucretia answered, ‘
 7   2|      what this meant, he would say no more.~ ~ ~ ~
 8   3|        he kept love busy? They say that Hercules, strongest
 9   3| received your letter, and will say no more about the bawd.
10   3|       my Lucretia, why did you say you would not? Can it be
11   3|        decision, that made you say that I would waste my time.
12   3|       one can forbid you that. Say that you love me, and I
13   3|       love in vain. I will not say how much your beauty pleases
14   3|         if you love me, as you say you do, you should not ask
15   3|     only want to be allowed to say, I serve Lucretia. Even
16   3|      think you will desert me, say so, before my love burns
17   6|     answered:~ ~ ‘It is as you say, Sosias, I have great faith
18   8|      have run! What more can I say? For now I know how dear
19  10|      but I should lie; I would say it was not this woman but
20  10|       in any woman. He used to say, woman is an unmanageable
21  10|    been put upon the rack. But say he had spared my life, would
22  12| Lucretia’s window.~ ~ Who will say that all things are not
23  12|   commending you to Mars. Some say, chance has no power over
24  12|     help of the snow Some will say he could have been more
25  12|      is very true, what people say, that it is not easy to
26  12|        and never a word did he say to me, except in the evening
27  14|       own heart, I may as well say that this matter will be
28  14|       on your city. Some might say that a woman who would do
29  14|      not happened. But, as you say, things have come to such
30  18|     happy.~ ~ ‘As for what you say about carrying you off,
31  18|       mother! What will people say of you, what tale will be