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Yet do i fear thy nature; it is too full o' th' milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way.
Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, and fill me from the crown to the toe top-full of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood.
O, never shall sun that morrow see! To beguile that time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue. Look like th' innocent flower, but be serpent under't
Only look up clear. To alter favor ever is to fear. Leave all the rest to me.
We will speak further.
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