| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - I forgive thee for a witch.ALEXAS.You think none but your sheets are privy to your wishes.CHARMIAN.Nay, come, tell Iras hers.ALEXAS.We will know all our fortunes.ENOBARBUS.Mine, and most of our fortunes, to-night, shall be--drunk to bed.IRAS.There is a palm presages chastity, if nothing else.CHARMIAN.E'en as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth famine.IRAS.Go, you wild bedfellow, you cannot soothsay.CHARM
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