William Shakespeare

Bleed, bleed, poor Country!
Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
For goodness dare not check thee; read more

Bleed, bleed, poor Country!
Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
For goodness dare not check thee; wear thou thy wrongs,
The title is affeered!

Must I give way and room to your rash choler?

Must I give way and room to your rash choler?

Give me the ocular proof.

Give me the ocular proof.

Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man
Still to remember wrongs?

Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man
Still to remember wrongs?

If it be aught toward the general good,
Set honor in one eye and death i' th' other,
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If it be aught toward the general good,
Set honor in one eye and death i' th' other,
And I will look on both indifferently;
For let the gods so speed me as I love
The name of honor more than I fear death.