My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree;
Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree,
Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty!, guilty!

“Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death bu…”

“Alas, poor country, almost afraid to know itself! It cannot be called our mothe…”

“I have set my life upon a cast,And I will stand the hazard of the die.”

“For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,Action, nor utterance, nor the pow…”