Let Not The Heavens Hear These Tell-tale Women Rail On The Lord's Anointed.

Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women
Rail on the Lord's anointed.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III
-- Act iv, Sc. 4

An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act iv, Sc.
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Tetchy and wayward. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act iv, Sc. 4
Off with his head! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act iii, Sc. 4
Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm off from an anointed king.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard II -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act iv, Sc.
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Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act iv, 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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A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act v, Sc.
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A parlous boy. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act ii, Sc. 4