chainer_model.log

2017-09-06 02:39:33,433 - utils - DEBUG - call: chainer_model.py train --checkpoint=checkpoints/chainer_tinyshakespeare/model.npz --text=data/tinyshakespeare.txt
2017-09-06 02:39:33,434 - utils - DEBUG - ArgumentParser: Namespace(batch_size=64, checkpoint_path='checkpoints/chainer_tinyshakespeare/model.npz', clip_norm=5.0, drop_rate=0.0, embedding_size=32, learning_rate=0.001, main=<function train_main at 0x7f42df9621e0>, num_epochs=32, num_layers=2, restore=False, rnn_size=128, seq_len=64, text_path='data/tinyshakespeare.txt')
2017-09-06 02:39:33,435 - __main__ - INFO - corpus length: 1115394.
2017-09-06 02:39:33,750 - __main__ - INFO - model saved: checkpoints/chainer_tinyshakespeare/model.npz.
2017-09-06 02:39:33,751 - __main__ - INFO - start of training.
2017-09-06 02:39:33,751 - utils - INFO - number of batches: 272.
2017-09-06 02:39:33,751 - utils - INFO - effective text length: 1114112.
2017-09-06 02:39:33,751 - utils - INFO - x shape: (64, 17408).
2017-09-06 02:39:33,752 - utils - INFO - y shape: (64, 17408).
2017-09-06 02:42:07,492 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 1, duration: 153s, loss: 2.20328.
2017-09-06 02:42:07,492 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 02:42:07,492 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: "MIRA".
2017-09-06 02:42:08,056 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
MIRATSO VIA:
And the crod ceing to nest
Whof hous won that my wimliduiding so hath being, tatent, he tain:
Meror wayer homis, it banites
I the, theed hath.
That whos hit onselst wonest. owirunes. I woflds all thele a hit.

MELIRISR:
A chandor thoud mimed he hive hase of is byother bour sall we ben the said wumdel tinged,
Hand wor by for bunts ilgirs frecloue her wated a duistell spice toner other thoush toul his.
Hester tio were to leat
Bich here thy mither in to colse ad in thesinten te mart, me she me frowid

2017-09-06 02:44:42,362 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 2, duration: 154s, loss: 2.00695.
2017-09-06 02:44:42,363 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 02:44:42,363 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: " and yellow chapless skulls;
Or ".
2017-09-06 02:44:42,933 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
 and yellow chapless skulls;
Or but to lord age my nunker
Alles will bisting and whoud how fold fror of thing not my hevone, I the man:
How sir, I hart she will.

CUSENLA:
Way thy htis a mookich and mome with the noth me fow homiend.

AMION LOOS:
He cothy the disprothour of his with, wiflestes this sacant is wee,
Soother was one his hanks when the nortent:
He sware a could for curchout a wandery.

PUKE CININRIU:
That is the will bot far wontishess.

SOLANELE:
For this not mithir was then.

FLORY VIHE
Nor,
Or moon my bandevord: wist thou b

2017-09-06 02:47:17,112 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 3, duration: 154s, loss: 1.83041.
2017-09-06 02:47:17,112 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 02:47:17,112 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: "gero".
2017-09-06 02:47:17,664 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
gerokny;
But to me he cought marring sir,
Where your my spurs of a pure and as mathers
I came but is mane how and so way
A willl be my scack me conpends,
And, him so mery by to them his sut by shim?

DEKE VINDETO:
But the bour these one.

DUK AFCENNIO:
What wows at a we see there in that dence,
And an of and and, thou hand, who caming wender, his healty
To moure with sir.
What in to my the deniend trut.

BROCTONY:
This wempts, have sound with, you wile, it thee to not
Thou we shair amon on hew,
To meing tinglan

2017-09-06 02:49:52,011 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 4, duration: 154s, loss: 1.75116.
2017-09-06 02:49:52,012 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 02:49:52,012 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: "traitor to the crown
In followin".
2017-09-06 02:49:52,585 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
traitor to the crown
In following my boning all woud to so ampathe of hour wown to
do the call: I'rn anger, be mading of terp hy wence,
The king-boor a swurs, stays our marriend:
And what's shall shall not to her art with'd and,
That I part that wold our thince twith to,
With you lear seems of harn you's me.
I have mowelf what you like to throw wido, so pity;
Of live you coumens an a saut as
Which yef as, swist stakes the sauch, and not shoil
nest case the fathes bethen with am whears of my suped
Os this panding and her, whilch thee:
Aunt

2017-09-06 02:52:26,734 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 5, duration: 154s, loss: 1.68952.
2017-09-06 02:52:26,734 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 02:52:26,734 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: "with the deep--mouth'd brach.
Sa".
2017-09-06 02:52:27,319 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
with the deep--mouth'd brach.
Sarroughtay.

GEONDOLO:
Thou let so blesmen a dearing to prepoland
Why tike a heart many of my lond,
With hears with so supfarment; to see to honane:
Hows too the bout thing and drom of intuly
And sempons!

ASHOMENES:
I make, fachisic brine time is it it heaven ough
And tase one such so mine it she death.

ANTERIO:
Why, then have not an theer as this ney,
Bust is the hand madured wo blungian almes thas begtance to dear bear.
I tell you, my prowasies. Why sumsing my day,
The peetting on the swings for ancent,


2017-09-06 02:55:01,949 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 6, duration: 154s, loss: 1.6205.
2017-09-06 02:55:01,951 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 02:55:01,952 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: ", rank-scented many, let them
Re".
2017-09-06 02:55:02,652 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
, rank-scented many, let them
Remife thy franted his friend; he all, by may bokincest me
Of talk of it as by a mains.

AFELIADA:
That so him sters you make my souls all foul moried,
And bether hell talk with me sue sad woth my-larck.
On with our capently too, tought to make.

DUKE VINCENTIO:
When in whine take you stean yet are toon them
beln in indo would not so'd ties:
I cannot him beself heaven, batin in his counding.

BETRUCHIO:
O, say: you have crues your clough the homred,
In by thou confest till be and whiles
And so disfiet to port

2017-09-06 02:57:36,616 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 7, duration: 153s, loss: 1.56866.
2017-09-06 02:57:36,616 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 02:57:36,616 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: "hi".
2017-09-06 02:57:37,165 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
hit again
Tell thee he come shold of that womb take one baswer my lord
Struntst thou to by all he her come from buble banon's
The garent to a son after?

LUCIO:
A head why sucems and liver, therefore father;
Anwide of your house obed; will be stranity fear?

Seponrir:
O, my, seep never! I'll print the bose the course?
What, her bite, and led the deever he will be wook, with a hang an is broal
As I do her him him take the grue weet he him,
This nother sin havour's pautions, of, to-now mine of to win thou bet
A

2017-09-06 03:00:12,161 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 8, duration: 154s, loss: 1.53299.
2017-09-06 03:00:12,162 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 03:00:12,162 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: "y's love against some other maid".
2017-09-06 03:00:12,737 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
y's love against some other maid issue
Seem to have a world's sounts main, with my grieve
Thee fail that's master wisk of the dound, have harn wakell.
The lease me; courth'd him hear of it soon,
Thou hein am in the hands the moven'd,
Which too, in he'd and a seeks the compostary'd
Move have moughters it that may when the fill.
Well you should, sir, with who loss.
Which town sumps him, in my bagning and hams, burse,
Faition'd this attern wrong'st;
The waswards, her: 'to too begin of his her fight well.

FLORIZEL:
No, we hass sir.

ANTLONUS

2017-09-06 03:02:46,855 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 9, duration: 154s, loss: 1.49834.
2017-09-06 03:02:46,855 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 03:02:46,855 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: "ul son.

LUCENTI".
2017-09-06 03:02:47,421 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
ul son.

LUCENTIO:
Nothing since! I marry we take
Sospetuse wank.

POMPEY:
What, wispy, Ispult should crown tonguial than am,
So then sight to tonstart of my holy?

POLIXENES:
I thence is not the spold, swear and messes twilk;
She write of confition for within timenes.

ROMEO:
Her he husband his mean on the bound must day.

Sentent:
Then with be nights.

PETRUCHIO:
My love,--

RAPIEL:
Where, than you hear man you and with your son.

CORIOLANUS:
How! which her-was one infection of dack,
She longeance and his such a shave be

2017-09-06 03:05:22,272 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 10, duration: 154s, loss: 1.46976.
2017-09-06 03:05:22,272 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 03:05:22,273 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: "a name
I know not how to tell th".
2017-09-06 03:05:22,846 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
a name
I know not how to tell their father's bed.
He'er my great brock suppy speet one
They she will comb to have the givimence.
Seldening in his cave here, set you prive you:
Gray the time hence as ourthing of this hath maid
Whot so not the heart, thou did him that will'd too
To his lise anwain, and I'll thereforairs.
Hath be as hiss with much some for my life?

BUCKINGHAM:
Storn are nob with a mind his children,--

GrAMIS:
But before with myself, tremply hence man,
Which to speak all crown.

Lord Mauryer:
So speak; and not banishiness o

2017-09-06 03:07:56,210 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 11, duration: 153s, loss: 1.44489.
2017-09-06 03:07:56,210 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 03:07:56,211 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: " cam".
2017-09-06 03:07:56,761 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
 camine
Hear times as sworn in his charive to the pray
Had somen and scorn that is this best brock.
O, strengthe woo, is many shepherds?

BIANGAL:
No, a say, say, alitate, and I sither.

ANTOPE:
Whether fow you age siccess, sund they two with him
To sevenged me with an heart with the people.

DOFY OLVI:
Where is the such sir. He'r than there is to him.
Thy power to the cause in horses and toward;
And should not there's now'd to my feighthem,
Who do not thou turn and helsed and be his friend.
All house, test a b

2017-09-06 03:10:31,753 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 12, duration: 154s, loss: 1.43325.
2017-09-06 03:10:31,753 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 03:10:31,753 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: "lt,
I departed n".
2017-09-06 03:10:32,313 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
lt,
I departed not be wink and
Which we do so bid him? O'ercy, my light.

AUTOLYCUS:
How is hear it so shall not with here
By think? 'Titul't to leady your giom
That I come carment them be at other fly forty,
Till I was secuntly fay, the blood their wrost:
I stand men the glive and made it as me.

LUCENTIO:
Why at say, am her send as a fectility!
How mether of wonks the high and conciling?
She without her heart on the pose,
Scausimented him a they poor bethy to be tears:
And my good men your lords, take off
And she well sh

2017-09-06 03:13:06,871 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 13, duration: 154s, loss: 1.40113.
2017-09-06 03:13:06,871 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 03:13:06,871 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: "nt".
2017-09-06 03:13:07,427 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
ntigr otenty she
To-lliging soul in sick of thy sure.

CAMILLO:
The murch.

LADY CENGRHA:
The lass to a be denecife too may not in my life.

CLARENCE:
But not meation, be neither's witery,
Surn too tears are as heathing the specting;
And troughtery mistake mishit, and a provint.

KING RICHARD III:
Would sir, to be his lady what state.
O, say within. He convilous of courted;
When all fear his counterford's name:
So say and with this all; and whose
I save some lease of must wald is how,
My fermower hearing, the

2017-09-06 03:15:41,774 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 14, duration: 154s, loss: 1.40249.
2017-09-06 03:15:41,774 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 03:15:41,774 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: "ully;
God and Saint George! Rich".
2017-09-06 03:15:42,351 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
ully;
God and Saint George! Riches me; for you:
I have sisford: thou she we seems; will here cowergaus
With wase me, thying me tauted she hatisfessable,
Thing mine steplate him. Now't with him?

ROMEOS:
O, thou mist, why my sisp then the pity.

BRUTUS:
Why, thou so should not to save me not
Than the troker, and mother stair? who since hear her?

GONZALO:
Be not hour with such nevel brother, and thou shemes.

KATHARINA:
The pity hampany maid, we most same as you
here in so fair father stump his bast?

POMPEY:
Sir, when thou that treesest t

2017-09-06 03:18:16,758 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 15, duration: 154s, loss: 1.38273.
2017-09-06 03:18:16,759 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 03:18:16,759 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: "nian trull,
Upon".
2017-09-06 03:18:17,330 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
nian trull,
Upon her heart of say, and not said
These never let him so few their seedent:
Thy daughty senise fresh to me,
Tremblant, my spoth it. Who, I have seek to poster hath,
Then say wither bowing. I must her feing have
And which now took, thy mother could seeming;
For I am now walk she hath appenious
The ship shaing so somethis with me: which his part that
And tyous of it at time often for thee
In head o' my choit on eat my bloody.

Sendlat:
Who, no, murns all foot he should call me when I must turn.
Where is the sin

2017-09-06 03:20:51,870 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 16, duration: 154s, loss: 1.37663.
2017-09-06 03:20:51,871 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 03:20:51,871 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: "SHOP OF ".
2017-09-06 03:20:52,425 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
SHOP OF heack;?
Sway betwears, my country, but that my cheek, as I
pern me; the least facting of that suice?

PETRUCHIO:
If my hearts short our takest have sheepss.
But servant, beseeming of your soldiers,
Mus are not have you hear accihes in his week now,
Or honusey, and no dangerence.

DUKE VINCENTIO:
The came to be thee those her to me,
To sease. Come, we call me here, we come and sweet hither:
Sholes the city mints, he were to plaint to hear:
I hort of this woman the dangerous petier;
I to see her been out of t

2017-09-06 03:23:27,410 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 17, duration: 154s, loss: 1.36534.
2017-09-06 03:23:27,410 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 03:23:27,410 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: "such".
2017-09-06 03:23:27,962 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
suche,
Fill with the dares for you bawl of shouldst so bear abame
I too the thunt with a motions with danger:
But standelled in the what is mad me to't.

ARIEL:
Ay, bate, the ports and shemest the selse to comilely
And wheether by selves for thee, for so?

ANTONIA:
Yet the flatterer, buisp'd beseen me,
Bawners her husband, my fear with him to semple;
Which with him invented, are confeds from him trust her cheeks.
How, bet my house at you at all to shame
Her prophem far your willing and speak,
Which that hath se

2017-09-06 03:26:02,318 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 18, duration: 154s, loss: 1.36233.
2017-09-06 03:26:02,319 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 03:26:02,319 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: "e!".
2017-09-06 03:26:02,972 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
e!nx good wither,
Swear the devil'd on solesters with you marks
Was yourself on the first--felery
Tales to still men's: you then, and showest the shem, but
He will so lord's same, my loving to my head.
And ill was but for he is, but not see well, were
comboted he may age, betick to me is.

ANGELO:
What I mend, by the briefter-brishenia?
I say it in all mere shall be some belor.

PROSPERO:
Alemy, sir my mother, souls their children's dound
And noth face by they floward thy hass.

SICINIUS:
Yet are not we would

2017-09-06 03:28:36,880 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 19, duration: 153s, loss: 1.35177.
2017-09-06 03:28:36,881 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 03:28:36,881 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: " Pla".
2017-09-06 03:28:37,438 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
 Playess death
Away, and a word.

BRAKENBURY:
I stand stoppises steel, I how them now.

BARTAIUS:
The last to breathe sir; but the moured soul, a most
death how he be propilloase and sound
That which I price thee we be thwine of you would
The willench solus weddest to a throngs that way,
And many selcourt and work your seemity's words!
I have some such fiery beseech those at success:
And I have done to speece and better how true.

ROMEO:
A corrue your: how tonded by them so mock;
The perceives he sufference to-

2017-09-06 03:31:12,163 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 20, duration: 154s, loss: 1.35776.
2017-09-06 03:31:12,163 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 03:31:12,164 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: "r,".
2017-09-06 03:31:12,715 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
r,.;:
When shall I trump of the seats friend
Till you have mask too much;
They with him.

First Senot,
I'ar Gaunt;
But tell her best trucking in my brothers:
Therefore we sheeps had no man in your freshing
Why bold of the consumeman, by the worsk,
And a power all trupt his harlet.

BRUCUTUS:
I'll be since, what were no means some six.

KATHARINA:
Why, all sees me the sun of his father's lorse.
O sir.

ARCHIDARDUNI:
And thou hence will crued your life and witents
Told tell you.

SEBASTIAN:
That bear the times,

2017-09-06 03:33:47,074 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 21, duration: 154s, loss: 1.3334.
2017-09-06 03:33:47,074 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 03:33:47,075 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: "an by his own alms empoison'd,
A".
2017-09-06 03:33:47,659 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
an by his own alms empoison'd,
And take the burst to dined his house:
His now, which here with some accame crmit'd slain.
Hast he cause it onces son, wilt no booble.
Welcome my common.
Now, me, good soul, as a father in the brick
And my seeken thou do acciken, is born.

KING RICHARD II:
In purshing to soul honours imprise by me
The days; swe't an an entrior and my hours, sir?
In makes time by their truty's best;
But in ere I cannot bear me, when awake the
prove me intentenence in the pitter.

CORIOLANUS:
There hope they do sollo, at suppl

2017-09-06 03:36:21,934 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 22, duration: 154s, loss: 1.31603.
2017-09-06 03:36:21,934 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 03:36:21,934 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: " convent".
2017-09-06 03:36:22,496 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
 conventy head,
And here not a did now to the shame
May tell me and has a breathest calard,
To do a sen of hours, and not wonder.

BROTSA:
Sir these!
What, with him, we what he did the rasy,
From this wide twice man all as this tarch's love,
That dost music appersed me old my
bellovel to bring me strange out with steel.

LEONTE:
This womar wised to all this wisdone, by this, thine heavens,
And saw no much on any of this is the weep:
He shespeats that self she nails incite mine.
Mork him of this dukeless within to d

2017-09-06 03:38:56,771 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 23, duration: 154s, loss: 1.31793.
2017-09-06 03:38:56,772 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 03:38:56,772 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: ":
My lord, 'tis nothing.

DUKE O".
2017-09-06 03:38:57,352 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
:
My lord, 'tis nothing.

DUKE OF YORK:
This, thou thy love to trails, whose commont time
Fie thither with a fire, took time of hand?

First God:
Ay, they! what wave suit be at this mattel:
My day with me weet by by, but saves to thine eyes
Who wound frown that satisfied in't;
Were news, tree so, the word: I will be done
Whilst you are many last his changed to some still,
Which silence with hour so hearts, as how,
Who is, I was so, from your man, sir, breathest now,
My found well with the matter.

BENVOLIO:
Might to crongeth cliens athal,

2017-09-06 03:41:31,729 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 24, duration: 154s, loss: 1.29501.
2017-09-06 03:41:31,729 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 03:41:31,730 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: "brown thread: I ".
2017-09-06 03:41:32,292 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
brown thread: I arreak was dount.
But music with storch'd his lordsheches!
It speaks, and there to be so again?

COMINIUS:
O, sir?

BAPTISTA:
I am my lord.

CAGILLA:
Well, and a peace! O that, they shall not but meat sweet
Against the mark, and loward him.

Second Gentleman:
Mass be a friar, how now, good, and live your hate,
Clarmen for may not me for thee, sir!

ROMEO:
And, and mark thy glass or hard yours, but the day
On wife: I cale no murdered; yet that we well;
And with soldiers with down from the hearing-life
And so

2017-09-06 03:44:07,064 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 25, duration: 154s, loss: 1.30117.
2017-09-06 03:44:07,064 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 03:44:07,064 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: "conferen".
2017-09-06 03:44:07,623 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
conferens arm,
And her satisfy: to she bad and may being.

Servant:
What thou, my grave asleess outchased?

First Gentleman:
You are her, here thou would be so wounds be complection.

CLARENCA:
And, take the duke ye it but both.

DUKE OF YORK:
My sweet.
But it, mockly ababures had been me, she
would be as for your face. Come, so let that make
thee to the time show him, my staties of your silence.
Ah, my lord, and was fornity on, been hath
to my mountly swarest blue forth she might fift.
All the sure of my way, so,'

2017-09-06 03:46:41,374 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 26, duration: 153s, loss: 1.27951.
2017-09-06 03:46:41,375 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 03:46:41,375 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: "to bring him
Whe".
2017-09-06 03:46:41,934 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
to bring him
Where tell with me, in that's meet, and say
But I cannot be shall ask the fire.

Shepherd:
Wite, my togembrobs meet's,
Arace tell your brother of the mountlius:
For this dear,
When I cannot banish'd on thy specent
We honest calls of her hurse, but how they bear.
If all the wreck some fool and his most recok.

LADENN:
Nor well to try too-shor, wilt make his cherk,
O mother sweet more whom makes the dear again:
Therefore come to him: it is it did, my heart,
Not to do at flantation, and when thou wert thy mere,
T

2017-09-06 03:49:16,836 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 27, duration: 154s, loss: 1.2678.
2017-09-06 03:49:16,836 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 03:49:16,836 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: "ond?

RATCLIFF:
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2017-09-06 03:49:17,408 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
ond?

RATCLIFF:
No, my good sweet maliset a mighty, and a sour than
The law or hearing with thy destain, and how to his
mothing hath trumpets but to help you all, the dispers,
On my self it?

PROSPERO:
Whilst, thou dryalth have no right.

SAMPSOLAN:
Sir?

LEONTES:
O Go, my good willow, good will you curse;
Ay, any man, and what? stild-cerear, that I will respeteen
Angent, we must, millious.

MIRANDA:
The letter thines within myself,
I would are the dream'd a last follow to pace to
A throne; the soul agreen look'd on the co

2017-09-06 03:51:50,665 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 28, duration: 153s, loss: 1.25535.
2017-09-06 03:51:50,665 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 03:51:50,665 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: " of the king:
I dare adventure t".
2017-09-06 03:51:51,237 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
 of the king:
I dare adventure that it and safe our grace.
She have towers, had that may past itself'd; hereol thee
Is thy welch, we have wombrage with sit
Where this have thee showility and do should chome;
In this.

BRAKENBURY:
A charced mouth, an empty time to
Has sad fediclany as, both haste
Her late.

PERDITE:
How, what neary so?
I water well fearful's world,
An sleen taking, how to be dallible bringed;
And your labating by mind, and malk'd at you?

GONZALO:
Nay, we had such both and beliver sad
With souly created for factest she hit

2017-09-06 03:54:25,863 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 29, duration: 154s, loss: 1.24639.
2017-09-06 03:54:25,863 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 03:54:25,863 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: ": le".
2017-09-06 03:54:26,423 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
: letter
The power in her heirs in evate are men,
And so must be second by cannot-cat,
The people on the fill and was his part of my lord,
To be times by so duke frown with the wind miles
And that fair being with with your freshing foe:
Yet not my lord, so phoper things summer
Of him.

MONTAGUE:
Yea, here comes to to my honour.

LADY GREY:
This sworror hour and themself.

FRIAR LAURENCE:
Titundle hence, if you are no more,
Be pause and pertued held as twenty sin:
It should not strives to dividst heart of your c

2017-09-06 03:56:59,268 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 30, duration: 152s, loss: 1.2398.
2017-09-06 03:56:59,268 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 03:56:59,268 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: "cord".
2017-09-06 03:56:59,817 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
cordOr- Ill calle.

SLY:
I saw he take her heaven fair can will, how
As her lamenty we are tormal
And blood is a thought for some teach it.

PRINCE EDWARD:
O first, the best; yet had
Is this whores this lord's considered
And fareless in such was flatterit home,
Hath muse I abbudble the does towered wime,
I am men worrife, her high to be hearent
Adums;' Omab against the marked to-nighty;
For the state. They be dredest thou didst have seven agin.
Swear it, sigaf, there stirr'd a biggard at are yearling faults mor

2017-09-06 03:59:33,802 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 31, duration: 153s, loss: 1.23572.
2017-09-06 03:59:33,803 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 03:59:33,803 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: "hee!

SAMPSON:
Let us take the l".
2017-09-06 03:59:34,379 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
hee!

SAMPSON:
Let us take the least: my news, whereons, youth with heart me
As for your people of the pass; and I
as thou thy substant on him such brows some
With troak as horses in heaven: I would have been,
And so most assuranish'd?

DUKE OF AUMERLE:
Nay, the heavens seem of wife, when, sigh'd by:
Some sorrows.

CORIOLANUS:
You coundemn, I will have leave you may do there,
Tybrey to help'd. Bown with a generage!
Which is this speeder man, in peace of your wife,
My life and sin, as acception:
The missings at the better believes, to be
t

2017-09-06 04:02:07,907 - __main__ - INFO - epoch: 32, duration: 153s, loss: 1.2293.
2017-09-06 04:02:07,907 - __main__ - INFO - generating 512 characters from top 10 choices.
2017-09-06 04:02:07,907 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: "ing tears?
As thus, to drop them".
2017-09-06 04:02:08,485 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
ing tears?
As thus, to drop them a wind bravel well soldier,
As thoughts me so marked the wars'd of you
The bill of heaven of times on some contrary.

CAPULET:
Ay, what we cloudds, speak forth for fools whiles
Her season with the dukedom as most could swear to
souls not one to thy hundred blood.

Second Gentleman:
Will I have look fair and my weighty arm,
Seizony of the would two would not best thou the
ratily thousand a head of my master!
Where's so, how further, so heaven, was a worth
I mean the wife of two felse, I know
Here shall stil

2017-09-06 04:02:08,485 - __main__ - INFO - end of training, duration: 4954s.
2017-09-06 04:02:08,486 - __main__ - INFO - generating 1024 characters from top 3 choices.
2017-09-06 04:02:08,486 - __main__ - INFO - generating with seed: "l-seeming, thick, bereft of beau".
2017-09-06 04:02:09,611 - __main__ - INFO - generated text:
l-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty,
And, sir, the worse of his provost of my servant.
This shall see thee and a son of the cause
Than tell myself to the seas of thiest and so stone
That will be shame the contrary to him as her
As the winter to him,
As to this be too sease, and the worst.

BIONDELLO:
I say, and we will be the words, where it will
she's so broked thee, take her sour to the common
As the meen of thy soul true.

PETRUCHIO:
A master with thy heir and this way he will stay.

GLOUCESTER:
Whan thou show me to my sword, a part them should be
Than the people and an old sun without to
conceive the sun, and the world, as thou stop
Whoses so stone of the cape thee at the deed,
With such assure to see the counsel is to his
make my lady of his son will not best,
And there that she's a marked and a promised her best
And strict of heaven as then, she will be
speed it is assured where they are some often as
The sun shall should not bring the sun her brief,
And the sun when have mercy a man things,
And the storm to the stronger shall here to