1:00:06
Art thou not sorry
for these heinous deeds?
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Ay...
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that I had not done
a thousand more.
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Even now, I curse the day--
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and yet, I think, few come
within the compass of my curse--
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wherein I did not
some notorious ill as kill a man
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or else devise his death;
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ravish a maid
or plot the way to do it;
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accuse some innocent
and forswear myself;
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make poor men's cattle
break their necks;
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set fire on barns
and haystacks in the night
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and bid the owners quench them
with their tears.
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Oft have I digged up dead men
from their graves
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and set them upright
at their dear friends' doors,
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even when their sorrows
almost was forgot.
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And on their skins,
as on the barks of trees,
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have with my knife
carved in Roman letters,
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" Let not thy sorrow die,
though I am dead."
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Tut.
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I have done a thousand dreadful things
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as willingly as one would kill a fly.
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And nothing grieves me
heartily indeed...
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but that I cannot do
ten thousand more.
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Bring down the devil,
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for he must not die
so sweet a death
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as hanging presently.
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If there be devils,
would I were a devil
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to live and burn
in everlasting fire
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that I might have
your company in hell
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but to torment you
with my bitter tongue!
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Sirs, stop his mouth.
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Let him speak no more.