shakespeare AutoGen Text

## Training Source: ('shakespeare.txt', 'https://storage.googleapis.com/download.tensorflow.org/data/shakespeare.txt')

#Test-1 (Generating 1000 Characters)

ROMEO: it is strike at home,

For scarces till his medical: let him denie it.

BAPTISAN:

Heaven it easy beauty have old pent of birth, you are t,

' meant in the morate of thy deed,--believed,

As 'twere long, to me one woman:

What, in my embting in adulte

re of my dear and fullion;

Yet to desire, may this business, mirdore, cerslain,

Dare not the most damn,

Can sty fall on Reservily tried-gied.

JULIET:

Yes, alian the season comes away.

Two heavenssu change where his truth, protosk'd.

Second Servingma:

And sound those talk was too heart, if a fool with dogresseas tashion'd

And one that will say's sometime draves,

More guded linen puts seem; swell and ruin of very passion, loath--

JULIET:

God so.

Second Durses:

And for the happy beauty on me: thou shalt heardom

How she lived on carded with your humble wrongs;

The fatal bloody the enmorein of the place and charge:

And then their widows that

As lies we need the two court?

Can down with joy you wast between and poor heart

To the endoned that the …

#Test 2 (10000 character Generation)

ROMEO: cut the Duke of York

As thou art done, sir? under your airle

Hath can have butch'd with I can send to frighter him.

ESCALUS:

Perfly.

KING RDICHARD II:

Here comes a lectur; it is man doves kiss, sir,

Let them dishonful my as I pardon

And say 'twere to win abite must him our right

That would old Gaunt you are not fith in zillar,

That words perish and Veridour to my time.

DUKE VINCENTIO:

I pray you, good succept there, that o happy yare do hither:

I, there to my garments in our roge,

That is my success of thy fortune's back;

And yet take thou duckled thee so tradle,

That your lords is heir?' and I know better he

since that news from the right at garlish'd cup

To fear them weers. Caris,

Have you sounded quired, heaven with convented

To cravour'd him; the bord, let them pass prison:

Or, sir.

ROMEO:

What anoof with Rome, by

Sthill be takend in thild:

Did insure Gaunt to go sorrow of the King of

Yorkshire, pray thee back and happy suffected nistar

From Richard live,

Cannot liberty, Camillo to put in London,

Late, murder give lives in that honesty-Ham such ime her sost unto temper.

PAULINA:

We cate

To you:

That I shall beat thy concention.

MIRANDA:

You have dead too; we did;

'Tis far wretched falcon's in A

beward wives, and look part of their bark'd

With such a hatel of the world,

So many duke-stooth days:

Sweet IO:

Fimst, if the base man of charity sees ay, you have done no fearful man.

Messenger:

The may.

LADY ANNE:

I do believe thee God! detent one suffering strawge.

Thou, Richman:

So semulaty were, anread

That gives the ill the regal false-day.

BUCKINGHAM:

My lord, shall armome thee, marry, I'll call them

seems unbitings and Barns?

MENENIUS:

Cariel he will be free on, I'll tell call

them, he 'you hast swear:'

And take our ancient judgment prono, king, since the down

Of that does are alborn'd le become him;

Even answer Kind Edward stretchs of it there:

Verpeton, if the young share gives the deed it more;

Nor he Forget my into croin.

GREY:

My gracious dark and miscaphive

To dispition from my wit;--well; carry it.

VOLUMNIA:

I never do, sir.

ARCHBISHO:

Father, forthee, who comes in the queen-rape shall I counterpoor

And look in the remembrance of beason. Purchasants! Say thou such immortalive,

O King Richard she close contempt,

Ten tammer to my open: yet the hand of remanns

To be general fled and Hather God of England's death!

Thine eyes of a serming lord,

His power let into the firth

Your him-neight and unkill'd him.

LEONTES:

Our paired he is wels.

HORTENSIO:

I cannot take it straight to borrow morrow;

But, sir.

ESCALUS:

The sixe at his bage se thickets pleased

Myet this friar with the shark be with thy open man:

At Ty, Henry now as justice debese,

Men citizens and marst came soons.

You see this dark not tendary clouds and that,

Out of thy conquer here

be executed, which thou art is,

He hath breathed this free from her:

Yet natuse? Will you this? but as I hape place

That any this partly kind to pardon Clarence we receive and chide o'erweens

That call'd him far affairs:

His very exholyon murder must thou gave thy death!

ANIEL:

Let them all the house doth incented

With Varinish'd thy home charity,

And smile kneel, thinking on the sea that sade dead?

Second Musician:

Farewell.

MAPSICIA:

Ay, and mine honour! now thou say'st that thou art run my sister

Remend As you are cate to any in

child or angry mocky's lamb,

Is, life, I love the grace of report: mask thou her troubled

You can fly. Be patis,'to leave me leave:

My very profectious planted him and his country: I hope

O

Duke, for some sick, so I was tongue by fair her house.

MENENIUS:

Then that ia heaven formaden, and supper so we are to need no clouds.

QUEEN ELIZABETH:

Came, sir, by lookest day:

We will enere the trgame-boind vain; can I'll vexs, not off,

That, halt thee a headfal, and not something idle harson;

Nor III:

Well, dispatch can with her solting st;

Gong now, sir, but set at your cloak that this much

From twelve two friar news? all havely but a crutche of tears with dead, and shake for thee

Of this past know to be acrion it should by pity,

Your very little defence in points! A wordhy cusiof

Northumberland. What would you hear

Upparent thousand titling; then, that he could.

isen that got Margaret, and of praises, I love myself,

No bright outstretched with him.

DUKE VINCENTIO:

Long lis once must In,

To write upon their titless felcome something attard

That I monume them part

That his pass should have bless'd

Which news is with me; fights great old maimtt--

SICINIUS:

Do you to your eye. Tursuing the dreadful craces

A poor hour nor enemy.

PERDITA EDWARD IV:

Tran womb, mine wench before in oat

And if you say into the row,--

If you not fear to love, that go with thine?

LEONTES:

I'll not be faults,

Twenty thorse mangliers darely chore and hisness

dofforful storm, and with a followers is not say,

'Gon the sweet, was wont: and but 't doth buy a hall,

And thus I come to one that kiss my strangle in his face,

And such poy did esbanch'd immortalitune:

She hath more lump of truth; who gods the bridal upon his

mother with crown discontented

Turn trranish sinewell,

Hadst thou take slauding to a USTIANE:

Such news of the revel time puts shame to

me was our marriage against me!

DLORESBELLA:

by, warwick! a ring frees!

Let them, and, but I have, ladds.

'RIELA:

JONN OF GAUNT:

I pray you, with all my son smiles nightory grief.

I do let me be procration, without a mon;

For white to make, Signior Grembors?

Lord Mayor:

I pray you, Hastings follows it.

First Kuthan Hastings? there is none of all

and 'ems reported: for, cousin, York on

Rive so were the danger storm: swe stood

This cufful women, sir. Now, son,

And it in love shall not take a grace.

EDWARD:

A frown? When I should held excuse

For such hat thrives his son shipp'd three-diest:

Sit down his choice in France our lar:

By my hopie! O my good use,

Did swear'st for me to merchsh.

LUCIO:

'Twaxt you: I am sorrow I intettation of damn

Would burn in the ficewell.

JULIET:

Cannot I ent:

This day misglass?

ISABELLA:

I do severe to say so,

That I do carried seew in prison, says

His wife, set I be most deserves,

Which your own liberate of impute the like of in our ayes,

And hereal nibellier stands,

And take unto the ground,

And all the truth of Holyord, friend,

Sigh did grandfully general you

swear in this citizens,

'Tis give twelve me, and here you farewell.

DUKE OF AUMERLE:

Flat prayers, keep in Jove and fire and soil'D

I thought 'twould take the act that e'er had but a babber

That were long face, it is not service. Our glass

Of the revers of Pome on! And times not prophey. His hour you do, and if he

could you deny to suff all general,

I'll be, since, to give us you again

To kiss your earth;

His shough more feeling daring to your yeighfort? Now, what no cause,

Walk meet, my businisses! You did not derice.

Have see 't, once home to ruised by some felcome spife with in justice what thou wear?

KING RICHARD II:

Ring party trembling wat out of their uirests. Here comes your mother?

And Hatharin:

Here done so, he is curds about a covort

To enrol Oxford's, and noble since thou hast

That I shall not be server. Kate!

Will'd up a senate cough, capace in the city,

what 'tis in many ass, by swe;

CAMILLO:

I, to reside already.

DUKE VINCENTIO:

Ay, sir? ' the grace were known, careless silence:

Dine smiles sting those that blou with danger kiss'd him

that hath, my boye in him: say sheay, became so better

Determined this action of your great dish;

I see your husband's ELENTA:

How doubt no more must I to hear me;

I speak not on man shook? When, was burnt never curb'd your husband.

And with thy master Plunce, Romeo, to prove a warden!

Look for the nobey of our worship's revenge of Naples with us,

Whom we, which some blood, if ever sour

Knock your means have cut me to brother, in a gold;

and see what I have gods

But ifter I have seen, and God forbid Ise dishes up that

With him that he was worse, or wilt too have and wife;

Were it some off i' the scept, his covoragion

The business care of the curst, as thou would, sir! He was nothing face?

HENRY BOLINGBROKE:

I now so contently.

JULIET:

Thy brother,

Hunners gares stands your sweets great appliant.

HENRY PERCY:

The gracious sight, methinks, and

We say it. conousal: some sick inmanly parts

'

And surdou this dead i' the canto come to terious since.

MENENIUS:

Sir, pray, so our mightings toward these water,

There is not all the superful sins.

FLORIZEL:

All secretched's regastable?

Respirm our tetter death. But what igher?

ANTONIO:

Go, gentle now, 'empert thou, with confosing nights,

As bright than what thou art sawds, I would see for them for vexy.

Second Captista:

Did you to keep her, eyes,

Then clufalies watch with Romen, think I have yet so such her eyes;

And though

you a great men, you.

CAMILLO:

what wilter Bohemiay;

Pray, otany, was it is ourselvestisld. I think, you

At all this exbergemful clamours of her with

can thinks itse frich a Roman:

I think 'tis perfect,

or I'll swopet we will soon act of forcadain;

Whonest swear, and now in proof intepts:

How far murders to our seat consents,

Out of the crown, had contented in thy business;

For one, our father, and yousa lage.

JULIET:

That you do not plead, my brother, to nothing it your fersair?

ESCALUS:

Do you he painted so, for either ruthmage up your dreads

That to the great true, gled friend sweet Kate?

BIANCA:

I traw,

they remains diricks; blunt, nexted teems they set

To so much wearth, revenge

This case redoved, but secure she couch duty,

Whip I have been like flack, sir, that's cuts

In that thou fear'd, whose swords lives botos more pity. I have ented

More divine lenst, thou stay'd all what slow; do not such aspect so stand into thy death:

What say you lies to be; such grief far from all.

DUKE VINCENTIO:

You writes of murder, slaughter'd branch is, so fareou see how to pietue.

JOHNON:

So himself to come to pardon me, the from some d of your sweet black number,

That you have would direct the cursed of the …