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1   3| even hatred dies at love’s command. Love rouses the fierce
2   3|  less time than it took to command. Take back that word, I
3   6|    wish me to do anything, command me. My chief anxiety is
4  10|  right to my life, and can command my death.~ ~ ‘White breast,
5  14| pass that I must do as you command, unless I want my house
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