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Act. v., Sce. i.
The love of wicked friends converts to fear;
That fear to hate; and hate turns one or both
To worthy danger and deserved death. 14o
RICHARD III Act. i. Sce. iii.
The world is grown so bad,
That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch :
Since every Jack became a gentleman,
There's many a gentle person made a jack. 141
Sce. iv.
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours,
Makes the night morning, and the moon-tide night. 142
Act. ii. Sce. ii.
That deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
And with a virtuous vizor hide foul guile ! 143
Act. v. Sce. ii.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings,
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings, - 144
