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O wonderful, when devils tell the truth!
–Richard III,
Act I, Scene ii

O wonderful, when devils tell the truth!
–Richard III,
Act I, Scene ii

The odds is gone
And there is nothing left remarkable
Beneath the visiting moon.
–Antony and Cleopatra,
Act IV, Scene xiv

Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out, you baggage!
You tallow-face!
–Romeo and Juliet,
Act III, Scene v

They that my trust must grow to, live not here:
They are, as all my other comforts, far hence
In mine own country.
–Henry VIII,
Act III, Scene i

No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine,
Unless it be whilst some tormenting dream
Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils!
Thou elvish-mark’d, abortive, rooting hog!
–Richard III,
Act I, Scene iii

The ripest fruit first falls.
–Richard II,
Act I, Scene i

But darkness and the gloomy shade of death
Environ you, till mischief and despair
Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves!
–Henry VI Part 1,
Act V, Scene iv