O, sir, content you.I follow him to serve my turn upon him.W…
O, sir, content you.I follow him to serve my turn upon him.We cannot all be masters, nor all mastersCannot be truly followed. […] In following him, I follow but myself.Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,But seeming so for my peculiar end.For when my outward action doth demonstrateThe native act and figure of my heartIn complement extern, ’tis not long afterBut I will wear my heart upon my sleeveFor daws to peck at. I am not what I am.
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