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Six or seven thousand is their utmost power. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power: Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland, So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood; Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! Good sir, whose powers are these? But you have power in me as in a kinsman. The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, | O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power |
But you have power in me as in a kinsman.
Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power: Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain; 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot: O heavenly powers, restore him! South from the mighty power of the king. Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain;