All of Shakespeare’s plays.
Must die to-morrow! O injurious love,
That respites me a life, whose very comfort
Is still a dying horror!
I do repent me, as it is an evil,
And take the shame with joy.
I do confess it, and repent it, father.
Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd him.
I'll gladly learn.
I do; and bear the shame most patiently.
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