King Edward III by Shakespeare (spurious and doubtful works)
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page 40 of 128 (31%)
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Hath he no means to stain my honest blood,
But to corrupt the author of my blood To be his scandalous and vile solicitor? No marvel though the branches be then infected, When poison hath encompassed the root: No marvel though the leprous infant die, When the stern dame invenometh the Dug. Why then, give sin a passport to offend, And youth the dangerous reign of liberty: Blot out the strict forbidding of the law, And cancel every cannon that prescribes A shame for shame or penance for offence. No, let me die, if his too boistrous will Will have it so, before I will consent To be an actor in his graceless lust. WARWICK. Why, now thou speakst as I would have thee speak: And mark how I unsay my words again. An honorable grave is more esteemed Than the polluted closet of a king: The greater man, the greater is the thing, Be it good or bad, that he shall undertake: An unreputed mote, flying in the Sun, Presents a greater substance than it is: The freshest summer's day doth soonest taint The loathed carrion that it seems to kiss: Deep are the blows made with a mighty Axe: That sin doth ten times aggravate it self, That is committed in a holy place: |
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