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Act 3, Scenes 1-3

Quotes Act 3, Scenes 1-3
They hailed him father to a line of kings.
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown
Nought’s had, all’s spent
Where our desire is got without content
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
Till thou applaud the deed
There’s but one down. The son is fled