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An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye:
Give him a little earth for charity!

      — King Henry VIII, Act IV Scene 2

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As You Like It
[I, 1]

Orlando

38

Ay, better than him I am before knows me. I know you are
my eldest brother; and in the gentle condition of blood, you
should so know me. The courtesy of nations allows you my better
in that you are the first-born; but the same tradition takes not
away my blood, were there twenty brothers betwixt us. I have as
much of my father in me as you, albeit I confess your coming
before me is nearer to his reverence.

2

King Lear
[III, 7]

Servant 2

2240

Let's follow the old Earl, and get the bedlam
To lead him where he would. His roguish madness
Allows itself to anything.

3

Merchant of Venice
[IV, 1]

Portia

2248

And you must cut this flesh from off his breast:
The law allows it, and the court awards it.

4

Timon of Athens
[III, 3]

Servant

1138

Excellent! Your lordship's a goodly villain. The
devil knew not what he did when he made man
politic; he crossed himself by 't: and I cannot
think but, in the end, the villainies of man will
set him clear. How fairly this lord strives to
appear foul! takes virtuous copies to be wicked,
like those that under hot ardent zeal would set
whole realms on fire: Of such a nature is his
politic love.
This was my lord's best hope; now all are fled,
Save only the gods: now his friends are dead,
Doors, that were ne'er acquainted with their wards
Many a bounteous year must be employ'd
Now to guard sure their master.
And this is all a liberal course allows;
Who cannot keep his wealth must keep his house.

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