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Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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That very frankly he confess'd his treasons; False to his children and his wife's allies; Didst break that vow; and with thy treacherous blade For it hath cow'd my better part of man! Treason! treason! Or my true heart with treacherous revolt The envious slanders of her false accusers; A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward? Of England's chair, where he is falsely set; And ever three parts coward,--I do not know By the false faith of him whom most I trusted; Have at thee, coward! I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery. No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd, The envious slanders of her false accusers; Affection makes him false, he speaks not true: | The treacherous instrument is in thy hand, |
Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Relent! 'tis cowardly and womanish. What, frighted with false fire!