Thus Far Into The Bowels Of The Land Have We Marched On Without Impediment.

Thus far into the bowels of the land
Have we marched on without impediment.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III
-- Act v, Sc. 2

The king's name is a tower of strength. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act v, Sc.
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We have heard the chimes at midnight. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act iii, 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 thing devised by the enemy. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act v, 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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Fires the proud tops of the eastern pines. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard II -- Act iii, Sc.
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Framed in the prodigality of nature. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act i, Sc.
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Let 's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard II -- Act iii, Sc.
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To leave this keen encounter of our wits. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act i, Sc.
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