All of Shakespeare’s plays.
Our purposes God justly hath discover'd;
And I repent my fault more than my death;
Which I beseech your highness to forgive,
Although my body pay the price of it.
So did you me, my liege.
That's mercy, but too much security:
Let him be punish'd, sovereign, lest example
Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind.
So service shall with steeled sinews toil,
And labour shall refresh itself with hope,
To do your grace incessant services.
No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best.
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