The robot was so lifelike, Jack could hardly tell it apart from his sister.

These quartermasters are also to take their turns in the cunding of the ship, […] .

These dangerous, unsafe lunes i' the king.

To morrow, and to morrow, and to morrow, / Creepes in this petty pace from day to day, / To the laſt Syllable of Recorded time: / And all our yeſterdayes, haue lighted Fooles / The way to duſty death.