All of Shakespeare’s plays.
He's worth no more
They say he parted well, and paid his score:
And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.
Why then, God's soldier be he!
Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
I would not wish them to a fairer death:
And so, his knell is knoll'd.
Had he his hurts before?
Then he is dead?
Some must go off: and yet, by these I see,
So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
Enter, sir, the castle.
This way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd:
The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
The day almost itself professes yours,
And little is to do.
Fare you well.
Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night,
Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.
The time approaches
That will with due decision make us know
What we shall say we have and what we owe.
Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate,
But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:
Towards which advance the war.
We learn no other but the confident tyrant
Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Our setting down before 't.
What wood is this before us?
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