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This will last out a night in Russia,
When nights are longest there.

      — Measure for Measure, Act II Scene 1

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Henry VI, Part I
[I, 1]

Duke of Bedford

67

What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse?
Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns
Will make him burst his lead and rise from death.

2

Henry VI, Part I
[I, 3]

Serving-Men

380

Open the gates unto the lord protector,
Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly.
[Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates BISHOP]
OF WINCHESTER and his men in tawny coats]

3

Henry VI, Part I
[I, 5]

Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury

590

Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail?
My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage
And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder.
But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet.

4

Henry VI, Part I
[IV, 1]

Duke of Exeter

1951

Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice;
For, had the passions of thy heart burst out,
I fear we should have seen decipher'd there
More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,
Than yet can be imagined or supposed.
But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees
This jarring discord of nobility,
This shouldering of each other in the court,
This factious bandying of their favourites,
But that it doth presage some ill event.
'Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands;
But more when envy breeds unkind division;
There comes the rain, there begins confusion.

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