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• Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act v, Sc.
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• His cares are now all ended. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act v, Sc. 2
• That 's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry V -- Act iv, Sc.
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• Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act v, Sc.
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• Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry V -- Act iv, Sc.
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• Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own.
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• Full bravely hast thou fleshed Thy maiden sword. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act v, Sc.
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• I 'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act v, Sc.
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• A foutre for the world and worldlings base! I speak of Africa and golden joys.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act v, Sc. 3...