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A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up;-- Where little fears grow great, great love grows there. Such hideous cries that, with the very noise, This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, Have stuck more terror to the soul of Richard [To KING RICHARD.] Think upon Vaughan, and, with guilty fear, Come,--I have learn'd that fearful commenting Which let thy wiseness fear: away thy hand! Have stuck more terror to the soul of Richard Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, Hath in eternal darkness folded up. Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear
For a dark hour or twain. Thou hast harp'd my fear aright:--but one word more,-- And pardon us the interruption And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, As the weird women promis'd; and, I fear, And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,