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[Enter Launce and his dog]
LAUNCE I am going away with Sir Protheus to the Imperial's court. I think Crab, my dog, be the sourest-natured dog that lives: my mother weeping; my father wailing; my sister crying; our maid howling; our cat wringing her hands, and all our house in a great perplexity; yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed on tear. He is a stone, a very pebble stone, and has no more pity in him than a dog.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act 2 Scene 3
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