Quote:
Originally Posted by DMACK
Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
Devised at first to keep the strong in awe.
Richard III, 5. 3
I shall despair. There is no creature loves me;
And if I die, no soul will pity me:
Nay, wherefore should they, since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself?
Richard III. 5. 3
I have set my life upon a cast,
And I will stand the hazard of the die.
Richard III, 5. 4
Do I see before me in this scribbled ink,
subtle codes from a distant friend, in pain and enduring no solace?
Doth he know thine ears are large, and shoulders wide,
thus his attendance in my space would be welcomed like a lost child?
David M I.2
David
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Hello, David:
Mad world, mad kings, mad composition!
King John 2.1.
I am myself alone.
Richard Duke of York 5.6
To follow one's
soul and avoid either trap?
What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
That beetles o'er his base into the sea,
And there assume some other horrible form,
Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
And draw you into madness? think of it;
The very place puts toys of desperation,
Without more motive, into every brain
That looks so many fathoms to the sea
And hears it roar beneath.
Hamlet 1.4
Tom