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Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.

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Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death!

 I speak no treason. I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery. Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd, False-boding woman, end thy frantic curse, Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward. If thou speak'st false, And live a coward in thine own esteem; Ring the alarum bell:--murder and treason! That very frankly he confess'd his treasons; Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects. I am not treacherous. 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! Thou canst not then be false to any man. 
Ring the alarum bell:--murder and treason!
 O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!-- A dagger of the mind, a false creation, And live a coward in thine own esteem;