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