All of Shakespeare’s plays.
Base men by his endowments are made great.
And far surmounts our labour to attain it.
Hold out my horse, and I will first be there.
Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou dost ours.
The king's grown bankrupt, like a broken man.
And daily new exactions are devised,
As blanks, benevolences, and I wot not what:
But what, o' God's name, doth become of this?
Tends that thou wouldst speak to the Duke of Hereford?
If it be so, out with it boldly, man;
Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards him.
Barely in title, not in revenue.
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