William Shakespeare

Now, good my lord,
Let there be some more test made of my mettle
Before so noble read more

Now, good my lord,
Let there be some more test made of my mettle
Before so noble and so great a figure
Be stamped upon it.

I pray you all,
If you have hitherto concealed this sight,
Let it be tenable in your read more

I pray you all,
If you have hitherto concealed this sight,
Let it be tenable in your silence still.
And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
Give it an understanding but no tongue.

Men at some time are masters of their fates.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not is our stars,
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Men at some time are masters of their fates.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not is our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.

For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.

I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course.

I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course.