All of Shakespeare’s plays.
Never did faithful subject more rejoice
At the discovery of most dangerous treason
Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself.
Prevented from a damned enterprise:
My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign.
To which we all appeal.
And I, my royal sovereign.
You show great mercy, if you give him life,
After the taste of much correction.
True: those that were your father's enemies
Have steep'd their galls in honey and do serve you
With hearts create of duty and of zeal.
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