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Quotes Act 4, scenes 6-7
Quotes Act 4, scenes 6-7
O ruined piece of nature, this great world
Shall so wear out to naught. (
See how yon justice rails upon yon simple thief. Hark in thine ear: change places and handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief? (
When we are born we cry that we are come
To this great stage of fools. (VI.iv)
You do me wrong to take me out o’the grave.
Thou art a soul in bliss, but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire (IV.vii)
to deal plainly,
I fear I am not in my perfect mind. (IV.vii)