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Thy dear love sworn, but hollow perjury, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, Conscience is but a word that cowards use, For it hath cow'd my better part of man! Clarence is come,--false, fleeting, perjur'd Clarence,--
That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury;--
Seize on him, Furies, take him to your torments! - I fear me both are false.