from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare:
Proud, and I thanke you: and I thanke you not.
Thanke me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, But fettle your fine ioints ‘gainst Thursday next, To go with Paris to Saint Peters Church: Or I will drag thee, on a Hurdle thither.
Out you greene sicknesse carrion, out you baggage, You tallow face Lady.
Fie, fie, what are you mad? Iul.
Good Father, I beseech you on my knees Heare me with patience, but to speake a word
Fa. Hang thee young baggage, disobedient wretch,
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Gabriele Stabile for The NYTimes