You undergo too strict a paradox, Striving to make an ugly deed look fair Your words have took such pains as if they labour'd To bring manslaughter into form and set quarrelling.
More Quotes from William Shakespeare:And when mine oratory drew toward end
I bid them that did love their country's good
Cry 'God save Richard, England's royal King!
All thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy love, and thou
Hast strangely stood the test; here, afore heaven,
I ratify this my rich gift.
Times glory is to calm contending kings, To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light.
Tis the time's plague when madmen lead the blind.
What's more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exiled friends abroad
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny,
Producing forth the cruel ministers
Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen,
Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life; this, and what needful else
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace
We will perform in measure, time, and place.
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
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