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I am a tainted wether of the flock,
Meetest for death: the weakest kind of fruit
Drops earliest to the ground.

      — The Merchant of Venice, Act IV Scene 1

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KEYWORD: revenged

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Richard III
[I, 2]

Lady Anne

313

I would I were, to be revenged on thee.

2

Richard III
[I, 2]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

314

It is a quarrel most unnatural,
To be revenged on him that loveth you.

3

Richard III
[I, 2]

Lady Anne

316

It is a quarrel just and reasonable,
To be revenged on him that slew my husband.

4

Richard III
[I, 3]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

796

I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl.
The secret mischiefs that I set abroach
I lay unto the grievous charge of others.
Clarence, whom I, indeed, have laid in darkness,
I do beweep to many simple gulls
Namely, to Hastings, Derby, Buckingham;
And say it is the queen and her allies
That stir the king against the duke my brother.
Now, they believe it; and withal whet me
To be revenged on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey:
But then I sigh; and, with a piece of scripture,
Tell them that God bids us do good for evil:
And thus I clothe my naked villany
With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ;
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
[Enter two Murderers]
But, soft! here come my executioners.
How now, my hardy, stout resolved mates!
Are you now going to dispatch this deed?

5

Richard III
[I, 4]

George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence)

1038

Alas! for whose sake did I that ill deed?
For Edward, for my brother, for his sake: Why, sirs,
He sends ye not to murder me for this
For in this sin he is as deep as I.
If God will be revenged for this deed.
O, know you yet, he doth it publicly,
Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm;
He needs no indirect nor lawless course
To cut off those that have offended him.

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