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 Ay, every inch a king : When I do stare, see how the subject quakes. I pardon that man's life. — What was thy cause? — Adultery? — Thou shalt not die : die for adultery ! No : The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly Does lecher in my sight....  Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. Pericles. King Lear - Seite 444 von William Shakespeare - 1811 Vollansicht -
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