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Glendower: I Can Call The Spirits From The Vasty Deep. Hotspur: Why, So Can I, Or So Can Any Man; But Will They Come, When You Do Call For Them?

How Much Better Is It To Weep At Joy Than To Joy At Weeping?

I Beseech You, Wrest Once The Law To Your Authority: To Do A Great Right, Do A Little Wrong.

To Mourn A Mischief That Is Past And Gone Is The Next Way To Draw New Mischief On.

And My Poor Fool Is Hanged! No, No, No Life! Why Should A Dog, A Horse, A Rat, Have Life, And Thou No Breath At All? Thou'lt Come No More, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray You, Undo This Button.