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And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
Will I for ever and my faction wear,
Until it wither with me to my grave
Or flourish to the height of my degree.
Henry VI, Part I [II, 4]
O wonderful, when devils tell the truth.
~Richard III [I, 2], Lady Anne
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