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- Length: 4 Pages
- Topic: Plays
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fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I
am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. Thy Fates open their hands; let thy blood and spirit embrace them; and, to inure thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough and appear fresh.
(Twelfth Night, Act II, scene v, -1171)
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