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 1 Int|  whom he asked his father to look after for him, ‘till he
 2   1|  that such a treasure should look after his home; deserving
 3   2| Sosias, I want you a moment. Look down from this window. Where
 4   2|   find young men like these? Look how well curled they are,
 5   3|   But why speak of warriors? Look at the poets. Virgil, tied
 6   3|      ll obey you. But do you look, what a lover you are rejecting.’~ ~
 7   3|      what am I, if I may not look upon my life? Oh, my Lucretia,
 8   3|     In all things, we should look to the end. I, who am a
 9   6|   for your Euryalus is here. Look—look—it is I—look at me.’~ ~ ‘
10   6|  your Euryalus is here. Look—look—it is I—look at me.’~ ~ ‘
11   6|      here. Look—look—it is I—look at me.’~ ~ ‘You here?’ cried
12   8| Sosias knocked at the door. ‘Look out, you lovers,’ said he. ‘
13   8|     light, Lucretia, we must look in there.’~ ~ Terrified
14   8|    endless difficulties.~ ~ ‘Look at myself! Now I’ll be an
15   8|   like a stag, in her toils. Look, my hour has come. No one
16   8|  thought of this remedy.~ ~ ‘Look, my dear,’ said she. ‘There
17   8|     our kisses, but the Gods look kindly on our love, and
18  12|     in the hay.~ ~ And then, look! Dromo, Menelaus’ second
19  16|     or asleep? Where shall I look for you? And if you wished
20  16|       I implore you, my joy. Look at your lover. For I, your