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BEL-IMPERIA: Oh let me go; for in my troubled eyes Now may'st thou read that life in passion dies. H O R A T I O: Oh stay a while, and I will die with thee; So shalt thou yield, and yet have conquered me.Thomas Kyd
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My soule, poore soule thou talkes of things/ Thou knowest not what, my soule hath sliver wings, / That mounts me up unto the highest heavens.Thomas Kyd
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Then haste we down to meet thy friends and foes; To place thy friends in ease, the rest in woes. For here though death doth end their misery, I'll there begin their endless tragedy.Thomas Kyd
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Comedies are fit for common wits: But to present a kingly troop withal, Give me a stately-written traThomas Kyd
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Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; O life, no life, but lively form of death; Oh world, no world, but mass of public wrongs.Thomas Kyd