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Act I, Scene 74


  • Shakespeare. But be contented: when that fell arrest
    Without all bail shall carry me away,
    My life hath in this line some interest, 1025
    Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
    When thou reviewest this, thou dost review
    The very part was consecrate to thee:
    The earth can have but earth, which is his due;
    My spirit is thine, the better part of me: 1030
    So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
    The prey of worms, my body being dead,
    The coward conquest of a wretch's knife,
    Too base of thee to be remembered.
    The worth of that is that which it contains, 1035
    And that is this, and this with thee remains.