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• A thing devised by the enemy. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act v, Sc.
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• O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act v, Sc.
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• The selfsame heaven That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act v, Sc. 3...
• Give me another horse: bind up my wounds. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act v, Sc.
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• The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act v, Sc. 3...
• A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act v, Sc.
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• The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act iv, Sc.
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• Their lips were four red roses on a stalk. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act iv, Sc.
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• By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act v, Sc. 3...