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			 Yet thanks I must you con
 That you are thieves professed, that you work not
  In holier read more 
	 Yet thanks I must you con
 That you are thieves professed, that you work not
  In holier shapes; for there is boundless theft
   In limited professions. 
		
 
	
			 Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing.
 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
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	 Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing.
 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
  But he that filches from me my good name
   Robs me of that which not enriches him
    And makes me poor indeed. 
		
 
	
			 Well, well, be it so, thou strongest their of all,
 For thou hast stolen my will, and made it read more 
	 Well, well, be it so, thou strongest their of all,
 For thou hast stolen my will, and made it thine. 
		
 
	
			 A murderer and a villain,
 A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe
  Of your precedent read more 
	 A murderer and a villain,
 A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe
  Of your precedent lord, a vice of kings,
   A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,
    That from a shelf the precious diadem stole
     And put it in his pocket-- 
		
 
	
			 O villain, thou hast stol'n both mine office and my name!
 The one ne'er got me credit, the other read more 
	 O villain, thou hast stol'n both mine office and my name!
 The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame. 
		
 
	
			 Never thrust your own sickle into another's corn.  
	 Never thrust your own sickle into another's corn. 
		
 
	
			 To keep my hands from picking and stealing.  
	 To keep my hands from picking and stealing. 
		
 
	
			 A plague upon it when thieves cannot be true one to another!  
	 A plague upon it when thieves cannot be true one to another! 
		
 
	
			 Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
 Are much condemned to have an itching palm,
  To sell read more 
	 Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
 Are much condemned to have an itching palm,
  To sell and mart your offices for gold
   To undeservers.