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Pand.

-but, if not, then know, The peril of our curses light on thee; So heavy, as thou shalt not shake them off, But, in despair, die under their black weight.

Bast. But whe'r I be as true begot, or no, That still I lay upon my mother's head; But that I am as well begot, my liege, Compare our faces, and be judge yourself.

Bast. Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail,

And say, there is no sin, but to be rich; And being rich, my virtue then shall be,

To say, there is no vice, but beggary.

Act II. Scene II.

Hub. Read here, young Arthur. [shows a paper.] Can you not read it? is it not fair writ? Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect.

Act IV. Scene I.

Act I. Scene I.

Const. My grief's so great,

That no supporter but the huge firm earth
Can hold it up; here I and sorrow sit;
Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.

Act III. Scene I.

K. John. The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn'd; And all the shrouds wherewith my life should sail Are turned to one thread, one little hair.

Act V. Scene VII.

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