a rush will be a beam To hang thee on

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deep damn'd than Prince Lucifer; There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell
As thou shalt beif thou didst kill this child. HUBERT. Upon my soul-
BASTARD. If thou didst but consent To this most cruel actdo but despair;
And if thou want'st a cordthe smallest thread That ever spider twisted
from her womb Will serve to strangle thee; a rush will be a beam To hang
thee on; or wouldst thou drown thyselfPut but a little water in a spoon
And it shall be as all the oceanEnough to stifle such a villain up I do
suspect thee very grievously. HUBERT. If I in actconsentor sin of
thoughtBe guilty of the stealing that sweet breath Which was embounded
in this beauteous clayLet hell want pains enough to torture me [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! I left him
well. BASTARD. Gobear him in thine arms. I am amaz'dmethinksand
lose my way Among the thorns and dangers of this world. How easy dost
thou take all England up [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! From forth this morsel of dead royalty The life
the rightand truth of all this realm Is fled to heaven; and England now is
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left To tug and scambleand to part by th' teeth The unowed interest of
proud-swelling state. Now for the bare-pick'd bone of majesty Doth
dogged war bristle his angry crest Ayilai:
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Take it for jestand weep not