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False face must hide what the false heart doth know. William Shakespeare, Macbeth
This tottered ensign of my ancestors Which swept the desert shore of that dead sea Whereof we got the name of Mortimer, Will I advance upon these castle-walls. Drums, strike alarum, raise them from their sport, And sing aloud the knell of Gaveston! Christopher Marlowe, Edward II
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She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used. William Shakespeare, Othello
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