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And nothing can we call our own but death
And that small model of the barren earth
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings.
— King Richard II, Act III Scene 2
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Within this hour I was his bondman sir,
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And unbound the rest, and then come in the other. |
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What say you? can you love the gentleman?
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