William Shakespeare

In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
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In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigged,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively have quit it.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.

Therefore I say again
I utterly abhor, yea, from my soul
Refuse you for my judge, whom read more

Therefore I say again
I utterly abhor, yea, from my soul
Refuse you for my judge, whom yet once more
I hold my most malicious for and think not
At all a friend to truth.

You, sir, I entertain for one of my hundred; only I do not like
the fashion of your garments.

You, sir, I entertain for one of my hundred; only I do not like
the fashion of your garments.

So soon as ever thou seest him, draw; and as thou draw'st, swear
horrible; for it comes to pass read more

So soon as ever thou seest him, draw; and as thou draw'st, swear
horrible; for it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a
swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more
approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.