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To leave this keen encounter of our wits.
— King Richard III, Act I Scene 2
KEYWORD: confess
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Not so, my lord. Your ill angel is light; but hope
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By this light, I am well spoke on; I can hear it with
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I shall drive you then to confess the wilful abuse, and
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